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Dec 2012
Warm against my cheek,
Cold against my heart.
Weakness instead of healing.
The sorrow breaking free.
A burden for others.
And a pain for my head.
The sadness can’t be locked away.
Only held hostage.
Until it breaks lose again.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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