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May 2016
There's a lump in her throat, ready to burst any second...she's getting used to it, or she thinks that she does.
Pain
Is all that she feels
Darkness
Is all that she sees
Silence
Is all that she hears
Emptyness
Is all that she is.
Salome
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Salome  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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   Michael L and ---
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