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Sep 2012
Debris was all she was, leftovers for his disposal.
Grime for the waste, left to feel empty again.  
Accepted worthlessness, accepted her defeat.
Too hollow for tears, but filled with sorrow to weep.
Amanda Hoy
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Amanda Hoy  Deep in the hills.
(Deep in the hills.)   
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