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Feb 2013
She has a sadness, and swing
and something else--
like her voice could bring you back from the dead.
She never had a chance, born sick
of the flat Earth she was lain upon.
arms dusted with a film
scrubbed until she was raw,
sins bleeding out in the yellowing shower.
Jenna Richardson
Written by
Jenna Richardson  Cleveland, Oh
(Cleveland, Oh)   
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