poetry
.
.
alone
an excerpt
bones
ed
hate the living
it hurts
my project
old memories
thinking
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waves
won't someone please help it
run
how can that be?
you
bubbly
isolation
disappointment
help
enemy
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© 2004 Jill Taylor
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