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Nov 2012
Road is a river
a Nile of tears
our love has been tainted
by liars and fears
separated by feelings
not miles or years
you've made me a target
for your vile-filled leers
your hostility taunts me
like childhood jeers
and makes me fall, empty
like bottles for beers.
Chelsea
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Chelsea
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   Natasa Dolenc
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