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Apr 2016
Her eyes were wet.
Her soul: a wreck.
There was no fixing her heart.
She fell to her knees,
Unable to breath,
And finally fell apart.
03/01/10
Cheyenne
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Cheyenne
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   JDK, 0o, --- and Timothy H
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