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Mar 2014
Body of mine waking up again without a bed.
Laying in layers of blankets of worries.
I arise  again to be a puppet to your  entertainment.
Blinded by hope to love.
Fill my heart with red dye.
Maybe one day.
Let my heart and soul be.
Dianne Guerrero
Written by
Dianne Guerrero  San Diego Ca
(San Diego Ca)   
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