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Apr 2013
All my scars are fading

And I’m afraid that I’ll miss them

Nothing left but some raised white lines

I have nothing left to hide

They were beautiful

And I remember them all

My mystery I wanted someone to solve

Now time is running out

Because they are all gone.
Lydia Cooper
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Lydia Cooper  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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