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Feb 2017
Like water on a fast flowing river.
That's family.
Like flowers that blossom then die.
That's family.
Like lions growling in the wild.
That's family.
Like the cold creeping under your skin.
That's family.
Like a compass that leads the way.
That's family.
Like a siren hurting your ears.
That's family.
Like a child who blurts out the truth.
That's family.
Like your shadow always by your side.
That's family.
Like an addiction that won't let you go.
That's family.
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
252
   Grace Darling
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