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Dec 2012
Her soul had been stolen
tattered, torn it seemed to be lost
drifting amidst the angry seas
cast away to unceasing winds
for it so long had she searched
thinking it forever gone, she just a shell
over mountains, under seas, through deserts
she roamed, desperate and forlorn
until at last she found her soul
in India
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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