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Sep 2013
Cold blankets cover blue toes
Heavy hearts sleep soundly in a sagging bending bed
Pale eye lids do not stir, do not flutter
A withered face is still,
Wrinkles stiff
Crooked hands folded over a cold crooked heart
A flat, deflated chest is sunken in and hollow
Snow nipped lips pressed in a soft curve for eternity
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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   --- and Elizabeth Squires
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