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Fury

Posted By: Wicked Witch of the East - 5:46 PM

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
has been my mantra since the day i was born.

My heart is sutured together
a painted on smile smeared
across a face well-worn.

Lie with you tonight and
tomorrow I mourn.

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