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Mar 2016
MADNESS divine, is this weary night;
To the faintest eyes -
Shimmers the darkest sadness.
β€˜Tis is the dreary eve,
Where Darkness prevails;
Alas - you are sane.
Death is a prison,
Handled with a chain.
Charlotte Huston
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Charlotte Huston  25/F/Brooklyn
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