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July 12, 2008
By Desiree Wood, Dallas, TX

She is overcome by extream apethy
As she lays apon her floor
She sees each wall stare back at her,
Without a moment of care
In her mind- she dances in he moon
But nothing seems to fase her
Nothing seems so true
She lays there in agony
Just lays there and weeps

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