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Dec 2018
Her
I am her daughter,
In a  pallet of scars,
unseen marks of bullets, he shoots,
numb me, from gospels, he condemns
comes in disguises, it’s a banquet of despair
  it’s a cry, unwrap the precision
  foes, he comes tonight.
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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     Fawn, Reach the light, Elena, --- and Wolf
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