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May 2014
God stabbed me through the heart with an arrow.

You were that arrow.

I didn't even notice when you pulled yourself out of my chest.

But now I'm left with nothing but a hole.

I prevent infection with pictures and memories



but the antidote is something much more potent.
Obviously not over him.
I may never be.
Dolores L Day
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Dolores L Day  California
(California)   
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     Hayley Anders
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