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Dec 2017
Just as the rain dripped on our home,
Encased in our troubled sweaters,
Nodded off in the dark and cold,
Gone was the fire, our souls bleaker.

Perhaps on a summer's day,
Our lives would diverge again
Thoughts to cling as we make way
To the day we can begin again.
Mary Coleen
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Mary Coleen  22/F
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