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Dec 2012
And it floods,
without reason or care,
without rhythm or sense,
without rhyme.

And here I am
left in the downpour,
picking up the pieces
that never should have fell,
that never should have broke,
that never should have been.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  33/F/Canada
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