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Feb 2014
always, she helped with the rubble
she helped carry everyone's trouble
one by one she loved,
one by one they got better
and all she was left with
were the stains left by their trouble
and the aches from carrying the rubble
she tried to scrub out the stains
and soothe her own pain
but now no one would take her,
no one wanted to help carry her trouble.
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
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