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Dec 2011
an ounce of your caring
would break my back
crumbled by hands
thrown in the corner

always triumphed
begotten and stranded
by the fearless man
in his guardian suit

a professional protector
leading me astray, far
burnt, crisp, forgotten
i send you my sympathy
Richelle Leigh
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Richelle Leigh
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