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Aug 2014
Burst of wallowing winds
howling nights
sleepless days
a figure
in the distance
so whole
so fresh
a shadow of guilt
with no strings
it all
eats at my heart
taking little bites
until
there is nothing left
but a shell
of wind and tears
Cassandra Nicole Pelkey
Written by
Cassandra Nicole Pelkey  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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