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Jan 2013
Because sometimes the pain, it grieves.
The soul it reaps and takes from the heart; thieves.
The weakness creeps, drives into the strength.
By this time you can't breath, not for this length.
Not for this long, not this whole time,
The evil sat in, as you left the door open.
You let this happen, you lost at the count of 10.
Written by
Taurean S Hill  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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   Kagami and Ayaba Babe
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