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May 2017
reaching out for your hand in mine was an
omen for the heart cursed battered atorn
       yesteryears couldn't stay for long yet you
promise of a tomorrow with those sick
empty words that my ears fell for and you
      **** the kingdom of my castled caged soul
Written by
Mildred Sim
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