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Nov 2018
A mysterious sentiment crawls on my skin
screams loudly ' I live within'
I kept you during the night
i was there during thick and thin
so now that you woke up to the world
I'm hid like a mortal thing
left for trash collecters in the bin
this time i'll go, you'll want me back
but i won't look nor spin
my favorite deadly sin
Sara Hida
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