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Secrets Al Alexandra   True blue eyes peek through the gap With tears that run and flow with grief Over a cheek that throbs from a slap And red as a Japanese maple leaf The look of hurt in those blue eyes Is more than just the pain The scratches on her ghost white thighs Show it was a strain Her crow-black hair falls like a shade Closing her sorrows from the room She sits there wishing she could fade Into the night that seals her doom.

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