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Feb 2011
A smile concealing a wound,
Bitten by an abstract hope's inevitable truth.
Chest full of a heart so good,
Mind waves, like tsunamis; a battle against a bleeding vessel.
And lifeless is a living soul, when trapped inside such belittling hell.
And I am no escape artist.
Tiffany Bourlet
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Tiffany Bourlet
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