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Rely

I called her twelve
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beautiful wretched mess
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I wanted to grab her,
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tell her everything would be alright
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A delicately frail child whose expression
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haunted me day and night
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I would have done anything to have her
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Then she spoke and ruined everything
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5 Aug 12

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i love this
 — mandolyn

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