Like lilies in a gale. Like the soft green grass of the vale, Crushed beneath hail. - They bruised and crushed your spirit. They hurt your spirit till you died from it. A wine glass shattered on the ground can’t be fixed. - I look into your eyes, I see your soul cry, Invisible tears … <a href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2013/08/01/scarred/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1489&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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