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Dec 2018
Sweetheart don’t fight the spirits,
when you’re odd to their empathies,
a puppet in disguise, a parade of  clowns,
saw tense within smile, it shattered in whirring nights.
his fate, his flutter , a décor is exquisite ,
murmurs the insecurity exposed.
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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