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Sep 2014
She's crying glass shards,
Each drip a sharp cut in the soul;
So clear, so pure once
But never to be whole
Again.The clarity
Of the tear is invisible,
Like the living soul
Is showing pieces for visual
Representation
Of the pain it endears right now;
Broken, distraught, gone-
Left to wonder: what? why? when? please?
how?
L Marie
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L Marie  New Jersey
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   Harley Hucof, Erenn and SPT
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