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Jun 2014
I know it when I
See it
That look.
Haunting,
Ripping and
Tearing
Bliss that once was
Is no more.
When dreams are
Interrupted
Tainted
By Life and her cronies.
Reality has a face
It's everywhere
Pieces scattered
About
It even resides within
You,
My dear.
Lea Anne Mousso
Written by
Lea Anne Mousso  New York
(New York)   
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