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Nov 15
Pain sits with a held hand.
It is enough.

Pain rises, carries on,
It was enough.

Because it doesn't want
To perpetuate the pain

Of others.
There is always enough.

When the glass is filled
One stops.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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