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Mar 2016
Cry me a river to carry
The currents of my sorrow.
Let the depths of these waters
Drown the heights of my demons.

I'll wash my soul with the
Tears from your eyes;
As the streams take my heart,
Onward- we must go on.

Fear not the darkness
Just hold your breath and close your eyes.
For time is slave to attention;
As your soul is slave to fear.
Isiana Carr-Coleman
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Isiana Carr-Coleman  Flordia
(Flordia)   
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