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Dec 2013
she was more than a mother
from all the cigarettes she lit
made herself smother
hopelessly, brokenness aside

she became a violist
that she love playing sad songs
the strings were her wrist
crossing the blade through her skin

lastly she wanted the worlds beyond it
so she swam through her tears and blood
thought that they would never meet
across the street, love made her grow
Earl Dignos
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Earl Dignos
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   Md HUDA
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