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Feb 2013
Your machinations
An abhorrence that haunts me
I sit silently

As someone shell shocked
Feeling numb like Winter ice
In need of refuge

Expressionless face
Tears hidden beyond a veil
Searching for reasons

But dawn will soon come
As swiftly as the dark
Life in earnest waits
Frances Ayers
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Frances Ayers  New York
(New York)   
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