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July 22, 2008
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Bright-eyed beauty
weeps in the
darkness of night
hidden in the shadows;
lurking in the corners
everything she dreams
all that she feels
tears fall
like dynamite
each exploding
a piece of
the young girl’s heart
leaving nothing
but an
empty feeling;
another mess
she must face
when morning
light pours itself
into her shaded
windows.





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