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Apr 2014
The pennies burn through me like hot irons
They press through my heart and and sting my eyes with searing flesh
They hurt and they harden
Inside my bones they make me heavy
As the pennies collect
And I become nothing more than a metal tin
Now I  have enough to sink
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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   Nat Lipstadt and A K Krueger
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