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Jun 2012
On my face I was smiling … yet inside convulsing
With fear and with dread did I stand there skulking
Time to face those old ghosts of the past
Too long I’ve waited … I have to sift through the morass.

[April 27, 2012]
LAURA LYNCH
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LAURA LYNCH
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   K Balachandran
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