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Nov 2013
The whites of your eyes were yellow
Yellow like old parchment
The heavy dark bags beneath them made you old
The disgust was plain
And your words like *****
The first tears spilled across my lips
And I ran, not looking back
In my infinite sadness I flourished
The dark whispering deadly soft words in my ears
And so I never forgot
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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