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Sep 2014
The loss, the name, the wish for pain
Will find its way to me.

The fight, the light, the war for right
It rarely makes me free.

The red, the dead, the way it fled
I call it secretly.

Walk slow, just go, you'll never know
My heart that had no key.
Maggie White
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Maggie White  Texas
(Texas)   
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