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You're done. No more. The end. Tears rise threatening to fall and slide down cheeks chin down on to chest. Breath clutches in the cage made by bone. Goodbye.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
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You're done. No more. The end. Tears rise threatening to fall and slide down cheeks chin down on to chest. Breath clutches in the cage made by bone. Goodbye.
The late night overflow of words that won't be still.
roberta-adele
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
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