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Inner Turmoil
Her inner turmoil can't be
Seen through her eyes
But on her thighs.
One
Hundred crimson rivets
Of pent up sorrow:
Because she couldn't bear the thought
Of another tomorrow.
She fights pain with pain
And not every battle is
Quite so tame.
Seen through her eyes
But on her thighs.
One
Hundred crimson rivets
Of pent up sorrow:
Because she couldn't bear the thought
Of another tomorrow.
She fights pain with pain
And not every battle is
Quite so tame.
Published 28th Oct 2015
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