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Apr 2018
A house full of pain
That’s what I became
Foreclosed because it became too much to maintain  
3 bolts and a chain
Secured my front door, my domaine
No one can invade
But then you came
And nothing was the same
You didn’t need to knock
Because you picked the lock
It came as such a shock
you’re a carpenter and I’m a broken house so we interlocked
You made repairs
No more wear and tear
Follow me down stairs
You must be exhausted  
Allow me to quench you thirst
Time for me to put you first
Let me repay you for all your work
Margarita Kamara
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Margarita Kamara  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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