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Sep 2012
She picks up a needle
Places it to her wrist
Plunges down
Engulfs in mist

She picks up a needle
Places it to her wrist
Scratches her vein
In a fairy tale twist

She picks up a needle
Places it to her wrist
Thinks only once
Doubt dismissed

She picks up a needle
Places it to her wrist
Runs to a world
That does not exist
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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