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Nov 2017
sometimes
my body betrays me;

i try to form words of consolation
in my mouth

but it knits itself
into anger
i am blinded in;

i desire to dance just
beyond death's fingerprints

but i am shackled
with life's endless waltz.

i do not weep for
what had been lost

but for
what is to come.
we wrote our lamentations on thin walls.
nadine shane
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nadine shane  21/F
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