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Jun 2013
Maybe all the bitter tears
Will dry with pencil marks
Maybe the brand upon my soul
Will ache less with spoken words
But I'm afraid
That it won't help
Because I know
That it is futile
No word
No song
Not spoken
Nor heard
Can heal my bitter heart
KM
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