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Dec 2020
I thought I could soothe
Your unsoothed heart
Now mine is the heart
That beyond repair is.

Now my own unsoothed heart
Says you and so many
Of your unkind kind
Beyond repair are.

As am I, and my heart,
Unsoothed, for now.
Dee Giambattista
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Dee Giambattista
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   Jace Albine
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