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Jan 2016
Traumatized by the vision of death.
I can't eat or rest.
The vermin carcass on the porch.
Was disgusting filth to be torched.
My mind can't erase the horror.
She put in the trash near my car.
The blood on the kitchen floor...
Within the side door.
I screamed in shock.
My phobia she mocks.
What a sick New Year surprise.
Of the rats torturous demise.
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Harmony Sapphire
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Harmony Sapphire  42/F/San Diego, California
(42/F/San Diego, California)   
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   --- and Dead lover
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