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Orlando I reach for hands no longer there wince in the wind of hates stench grit my teeth to suppress rage lock my eyes damning my tears That ache…. that empty ache… of needless loss sad sting of violent lash upon the hearts of all wielded by an evil fearful of the power of love’s gentleness John G. Lawless 6/13/2016

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Date: 6/13/2016 2:49:00 PM
emotional, the after effects of tragedy is so paralyzing
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