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Aug 2013
“As I braced myself for the impact of his palm,
my bones told me to fight back,
for they are ready.
My mind constructed my eyes to look at the open door. I could leave this hellhole and bring back my vitality.
The door.
But the man looking at me with rage,
is the man I loved.
I closed my eyes
and
waited for the pain.
Addie Santos
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Addie Santos  With the quiet sea.
(With the quiet sea.)   
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