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Feb 2016
In the distance; was a swan's song
    Then - it was gone.

In the distance; was the mist of dawn
    Then - it was gone.

Towards the distance I ran; To live on,
    Thus - I must press on.

In the distance; was Temptation drawn,
    Then - it was gone.
Charlotte Huston
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Charlotte Huston  25/F/Brooklyn
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