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Nov 2016
When I look into her utterly sad,
nervous eyes
my vision goes into bright sand.
I only see her face as she becomes as tiny as she feels
in my eyes.
She takes the shame that is not hers.
I'm nauseated.
Vampi Fallborg
Written by
Vampi Fallborg  Norway
(Norway)   
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   Doug Potter
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