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By daisy
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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She smiled as she told me
The fighting would stop,
But chewed at the skin round her nails.
She took a deep breath,
When she said we should leave
But wouldn't tell me the details.
She rubbed at the bruises that circled her neck
But never once gave me the cause.
And she sat and she listened
To all of my tears
Accepting the blame was all hers.
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