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Did she know that the
chest she touched housed a heart that
cried out for only me?
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Damn, Rachel! That packs a punch! great work!