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Nov 2018
She
Maybe it was the way that she stepped on every
Crack,
Bump,
Stick,
Pebble,
Rock,
Boulder,
Mountain;
That got me so addicted to the way she lay peacefully upon the grass
Emma
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Emma  15/F/Neverland
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