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May 2017
At the inn
Really needed salvation
She cried out loud
Loosing her voice
There was nobody to hear her
And anyway
The violent rain outside
Would have made it impossible
For the sound to break through
Even the odd monk
She met today
Blessing her with the holy oil
Promissing to meet in heaven
Cannot save her from herself
Here, in the middle of nowhere
She says 'welcome'
To her dear demons and fears
And prepares for the fight
Written by
Rainnymph  34/F/Bucharest
(34/F/Bucharest)   
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