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4d
The quiet ache of love
Beneath the bandage
Putrefies unless cleansed
That covered wound, which
Never healed from lack
Inspired of a poem by Grace, What I Meant, and a comment by Danika.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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