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Sep 2013
Steady
Like knives chilled
And dragged
Along my cheek..
The first tears fell.

And silently I wondered
If they would stop
At anytime before
My aching heart.
PenNameBree-Z
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PenNameBree-Z  30/F/Oklahoma
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   ---, soul in torment and Hilda
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