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Mar 2013
Today coldness is never ending.
My body is falling, descending, descending.
Treading deeper into the darkness of an elixir's path,
treading closer to the aftermath.
This is where the wicked and weak stay,
in the empty darkness where lovers lay.
Today coldness is never ending.
Tonya Cusick
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Tonya Cusick  23/F/Joplin, mo
(23/F/Joplin, mo)   
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