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Sep 2015
And just like that, she picked herself up.
The rags she wore told tales of old,
her voice once surely heard out here in the cold.
Did she not see?
This force within?
Oh now mother please let me in.
Take my hand and feel my pain,
and please help me feel whole again.
Alicia M Vaitkunas
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Alicia M Vaitkunas  NY
(NY)   
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