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Sep 2013
Your soft eyes were inviting
Filled with hunger and wanting
The scorn and hurt still visible underneath
I never knew her name or how she hurt you
I intended to cauterize your open wounds
The patience I believed was infinite
Slowly spoiled into apathy
I'm truly sorry I couldn't be better
Erica Winter
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Erica Winter  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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