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Jul 2018
I swear,
you are some kind of mystery,
locked in a box.
And for some reason,
you’ve handed me the key.
Yet I don’t know how locks work.
Written by
rebecca  20/F/somewhere
(20/F/somewhere)   
272
   Muzaffer, --- and Shanath
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