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Mar 2013
Everyone has a skeleton in their closet,
Something that no one should know,
Each bone is different,
But none of them are for show.

Sometimes they come alive,
And creep into your mind,
You want to run away,
For none of them are kind.

Some bones are broken,
They can never be replaced,
Others turn to dust,
And are forever misplaced.
Natalie Wood
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Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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