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Dec 2012
She spits her words like bullet shells
And stores them in a locket
She's like a prisoner of war,
Keeping shrapnel in her pockets
She ****** it up again,
her finger tips are ******
Can't hold her piece of iron still,
can't stop her mind from running
Shadows hide a silhouette,
but can't hide her ******* face
She used to dream in colour,
but now she just lies awake.
Anna
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Anna
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   --- and Danielle Brown
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