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Jul 2010
I am no vessel of boundless knowledge,
nor have I ever claimed to be.
But what I see is beauty, measureless,
wasting away in the chase.
It never ceases, she spends her days
shackled to her disease.
I am guilty, just as we all are, of my vices.
But this, it truly saddens me.
Kayleigh Redwine
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