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Nov 2013
There is a light
At my lady's window.
A light so loud, that it, itself manifests
Into the road, where people know,
That someone is awake.

There lay her body
So still
So beautiful.
Still breathing
The only thing that kept
Her from getting up was depressing, and sad,
And although you don't know this woman
You would feel great remorse.
Audrey Lucille
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Audrey Lucille  kansas city
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