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Feb 2016
A whistle flew past my ear,
and I stay in hiding
They're almost here
I will not surrender
So I square my shoulders and fire
I fall for what seems like eternity
and count the stings
as I slowly close my eyes
ready to succumb to death
I see a figure standing in front of me,
and then I wake up.
Holey
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Holey  F/Luna
(F/Luna)   
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   katie and Cecil Miller
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