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Jun 2017
In towering heights
and ionic pillars,
I long for the kind of strength
they possess thus far.

In glowing street lights
and magnificent chandeliers,
I long for the illuminating
brightness in the midst
of grave fear.

In ringing church bells
and chanting echoes for peace,
I long for solitude in chaos
and this world to be free.
Written by
catherine  19/F
(19/F)   
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     catherine and Antony Ros
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