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Jan 2011
that unhealed you
has run off again
to that valley of private hurt,
that old playground of embarrassments,
those back streets of behind your back slurs,
drained by that river of endless whispers,
so **** thick that hide boat,
that saved you and your sister,
that only patient love will dissolve the skin.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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