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Dec 2018
In a midst of a dark storm,
yanked was she across the cold streets.
Dragged from rusted shackles,
She still held on,
hoping to be hoisted-
by her unrequited love,
but her presence was non-existent
Quotedbykayla
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Quotedbykayla  17/F
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   Suzy Berlinsky
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