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Dec 2015
She keeps sorrow to herself
Night too day.
Whispers to the wind,
Defenceless to hope.
The senses tingle
When the needle slides in.

No sun will rise
For her broken eyes.
Her body surrenders
To the pale evening sky.
Thomas Holzapfel
Written by
Thomas Holzapfel  Worcester
(Worcester)   
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   Kelly Reagan
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