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Oct 2017
The clouds are grey
covering the skies.
As fear creeps in
to this heart of mine.

Darkness falls,
I don't know who to call.

Then I think of you. . .

And I become more afraid
you'll **** my all.
Mary Frances
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Mary Frances  25/F
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     --- and Logan Robertson
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