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Feb 2012
And who
Who do you cry out for at night?
When your sheets are rolling like the waves
and turning like the tides?
Tear out the growths
skin yourself alive.
This was not
my goodbye.
D Lep
Written by
D Lep
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     Mary and D Lep
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