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Jan 2014
Sitting there with your ***** hazel eyes
Crimson from the insomnia that fills your nights
You cover your ache with *** and white lines
But, I see it all.
I see dried tears that once rolled down your face
I see the lonely that envelopes you into internal oblivion
I see it all.
But you don't have to go through it all
Raquel Stewart
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Raquel Stewart  New York City, New York
(New York City, New York)   
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay, --- and ---
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