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Dec 2011
Maybe now you're standing tall,
But someday when you wake,
You'll find yourself lost once more,
Short of breath on your empty throne,
And when you take the shallow blade,
Buring through your skin,
Like you remember,
You'll miss me
©Nicola-Isobel H.      08.12.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
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