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Mar 2013
A red raven calls as her dark blood runs true.
The roar of the night, and the sky still cries blue.

And heaven can't claim the tear stained soul
Caging the pain of a smoking white coal.

A longing lost heart that grasps for life
Strings clinging tight to the blade of a knife.
Apathy
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Apathy  23/F/Stranded
(23/F/Stranded)   
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     Emily Tucker, --- and st64
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