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Nov 2009
I held the woman today
who held and nourished me.
Her life in disarray
Her man tomorrow might not be.
Drops of her soul and pain
still on my shirt like yesterday's rain.
Their bond so strong, love so deep,
Her tormented heart knows no sleep.
Written by
dawid
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