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Sep 2016
Confess
I confess
happiness is his
With a wall so high
arms fill with emptiness
In tattered shreds
My palpitating heart skips
Barely beating
hit and miss
Renae
Written by
Renae  F
(F)   
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   Sally A Bayan, Timothy, LeV3e, NV and Debbie Taylor
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