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Mar 2013
The angst ripped through her body, devouring her thundered tension.
Controlling her thoughtless mind; whispering spells of mystique affection.

The sounds were magnified by the wooden floorboards;
As if the beats demanded a heated encore-
of momentous-spirit and sickening limits.  

The noise became deafening,
as if it were necessary.

Waiting for the perfect time;
To shut her down …
and watch her cry.
Jenna Lou
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Jenna Lou
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   Chris Thomas and Rebecca Carter
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