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By carol Date: 2002 Sep 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.02.10.58.27392]] |
| every time I close my eyes I see you, but not of kissing or making love, or talkign for hours on the phone, but instead, of the back of ur hand to my face, of being hit over and over again, and I can still feel the blood runing down my face from my nose, I stll feel the pain of your big strong hands agenst my small fragile face,the same habds that just the night befor held me close and told me he loved me. so now I sit here and cry, and reamber. as I stare at the blood stains on the carpet. |