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Jan 2019
My hands smoulder in the fire that we lit,
Nerves weaken,
round the fire as we sit,
Her eyes looked direct, she was a demon,
Can Something so ugly be ugly inside?
Or was she just ugly on the outside?
Questions unanswered,
Unanswered questions,
But one thing was indefinite,
I loved her.
Ameliah Rene Henry
Written by
Ameliah Rene Henry  17/F/Underground
(17/F/Underground)   
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     Em MacKenzie and Perry
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