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a fortnight of old

she walks the winding path,

between the dawn and dusk.

a sennight of her wrath,

the empty shell-like husk.

a girl that used to be,

was a privilege to know,

now a burden; dare agree,

keep her safe lest she shall go.

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16 / F / Australia

Published: Jul 31, 2019
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