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Sep 2012
You can see her as a prize,
Or you can see her as a puzzle,
Either way she is indifferent,
Unfeeling, unseeing,
Cold to the touch,
Heart only beating through one last thread,
Shes almost dead.
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   Day and Hope Ramsey
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