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Jun 2014
Quiet house
A cry from the other room
It gets louder and louder
           I stay quiet
Listening to the criers grief
And my mother rushes in and
          Looks at me
The sound dies out slowly
I can't believe it...
           The crier was me.
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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