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Nov 2011
The things he
Remembered - they stained his memory - things that could not be  
Undone, unsaid; the monster he saw her turn into.
She had hoped that it would not be so.  But it was
Too late.  Nothing can change how he sees her now.
                                
                           ­     Nothing can change what she's become.
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