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Jun 2016
Where the lake meets the land
is where we must part
For there is no love left
In your failing heart

When the sun greets the sky
With light beaming through greys
I’ll dance with your spirit
For the rest of my days
Joelle A Owusu
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Joelle A Owusu  LDN
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