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Dec 2013
You smoothed the scars on my mangled skin
And brushed your finger tips to mine
You painted some sort of light in these dim eyes
And loved me when I couldn't
You sat me up straight and wiped the dread away
Now, when I close my eyes
I dream of you tomorrow
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
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