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Aug 2018
I've fallen down
The well of sorrow

While I'm down here,
You throw your dagger

almost reached me.

Looking in the river,
I can't see my reflection
The mist lifts up and
Creeps at my eyes

almost reached me.

Your cold, dead touch
Reaching out for me
to hold
As if I've no choice ...
written 5 August 2018.

by The Lenora.

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The Lenora
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The Lenora  22/F/Unknown
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