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Mar 2014
Her hopes were like bubbles
Prancing around
Right before her eyes
Optimistically floating
Into her hands.
But just as she tried to grab onto them
pop
They burst into the reality she lived in
And was left alone
With nothing
But the residue
Of the hope she once had
Leslie Flowers
Written by
Leslie Flowers  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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       Lior Gavra, ---, intoxx and galio
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