Monday, October 31, 2005

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Pain shoots through my body
Like needles stabbing a cushion.
I can't move, can't protect myself.
The poison burns my veins.
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Jennifer Woodland
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Liz Munro 03 November 2005

such a sad poem. Liz.

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