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Dec 2018
Her stare reeked of death
I was marked by her fingerprints
A sea of wings encircled her
The subtlest of hints

Leaves crumbled as she twirled
A breeze of foul odor
A hand of bones took hers
It’s time, it told her
To my old self, you died so that I could live
Written by
Jenny  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Sean Fitzpatrick, Perry and Jen
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