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Mar 2018
I want you in my future, hands made to nurture, food I'll prepare, for you are so rare.
You may say I'm young, I'm very far from dumb, my mind works fast, together we'll last.
To anon, I know it's hopeless.
Gabrielle Mckenna
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Gabrielle Mckenna  17/F
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