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Apr 2018
Don’t be surprised when you come back, knocking on the door,
only to find some dust,
your clothes,
And pieces of a broken heart scattered on the floor.
I told you I was leaving.
Dori
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Dori  23/F/I live in the clouds
(23/F/I live in the clouds)   
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     Sam, beep, Noone, Peter Robert Hamilton and trf
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