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Apr 2014
Don't be surprised when you find me.
Laying motionless, eyes wide in the bathtub.
When the water has been stained with red.
And my arms are torn open from wrist to elbow.
Don't be surprised when I'm smiling.
Breach of Trust
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Breach of Trust
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   McKenna Rich
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