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Feb 2014
steaming hot water scoured
my thoughts away in the shower
above the demons I towered
until their insults were too dour
and while I thought I possessed more power
I found myself wither and cower
next, Bright red bloomed a flower
Written by
KILLME  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
     MsRobota and Olivia Kent
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