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Sep 2014
Every move I make feels as though I leave my skin behind,
Stripped raw and left to be criticized.
Every word she speaks drives to my core to brand it
And reminds me of her brilliance.
I can't readily command it
But without her I would feel nothing.
Victoria Kelleher
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Victoria Kelleher  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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