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May 2014
Scattered pieces fallen everywhere. Why I do not know. For I already told a lie ----- cause I had no sense of self. Twisting, turning, burning.
I grab one piece and run, my blood soaked hands yearning for a life I use to know.
Rose Claire
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Rose Claire  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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