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Aug 2016
My heart was broken, crushed and torn
By a cherished ******'s vengeful scorn.
I trusted none to share the strain
Alone I sought to heal the pain.
With grief born logic I chose that day
To lock my wounded heart away.
To keep if hid from spiteful lies
To keep it safe from sadistic eye.
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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