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Dec 2012
It took me, captured
There was no ransom
Its tendrils held me tight
I was addicted
Lies and tears muddled my vision
Then, it let me go.
Left me slashed and torn
You licked my wounds
Stood me back up
But for you, I fell again.
And now,
Here I am,
Captured.
Heather Weeks
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Heather Weeks  20/F/Monroe LA
(20/F/Monroe LA)   
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