I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.
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Karen Quan
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One dead and one alone. That's how the story ends.

By Karen Quan

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

By Karen Quan
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