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Jul 2013
Emptiness filling
the void of living -
a day like any other

hope,
distracting the feeling
of loneliness
lonesomeness
loveless

Loveless

addictive that hope -
don’t fall into it,
that hope  - suffered
twenty years, seven
thousand and three
hundred days of shredded
hopeful hours.
July.05.2013
I feel like ****.
Lily
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Lily
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   joan borland
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