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Jan 2016
I apologize
For all the times
I wring my hands
In worry
And ask you
What I have done
Wrong, with eyes
Reddened and blurry
I seem to lack
The skill to see
The truth from these
Illusions,
Entrammled in
The mire of
My agonized
Delusions.
Lillian Harris
Written by
Lillian Harris  22/F/Boston, MA
(22/F/Boston, MA)   
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