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Aug 2017
I want to go to where the lonely socks live
For in that magical place where lost things go
No one need be found

If all is forgotten in that tundra
Then to have and to hold is all that is desired
For solitude is the cruelest sentence
Written by
Khayaal Chetty  23/M
(23/M)   
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   Holly D and James Mayes
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