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the clenching of her worn down jaw a waterfall of wine. the hair in both her burning hands a few more miles gone. the tears that come, all loose and fast a guess becomes a fact. the ending of this sour end a little she might grow.

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m-j-s

Czech

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m-j-s

Czech

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Feb 13, 2018

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