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Sep 2015
It's no longer the love confession
Of her luscious eyes.
It's the secret obsession
Of telling secrets that die.

From spilling her lustrous ways
To confiding in the strangers,
Of whom you'll never greet.
Is that what we've become?
Emily Fell
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Emily Fell  England
(England)   
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