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Sep 2014
You carved out my bones and moved in on my head. Shallow homes are hollow ends. It's nothing but dead ends. The sound of your voice, and your voice on the phone went ringing in my ears. So they say, home is where the heart is, well if that's the saying then where the hell have I been. This house is empty as the promises you made to me, I'll shut you out, you'll pick me apart, and we'll leave it at that.
Mallary Shepherd
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Mallary Shepherd  Florida
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