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Jun 2015
The night was murderously quiet.
The air rushed through my ears as if it knew
How dangerous it was to be heard
In a night like that.
And the stars
Hushed like the grave.
That was the night you were born.
MsAmendable
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MsAmendable  24/F/British Colombia, Canada
(24/F/British Colombia, Canada)   
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   William Burger and Miriam
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