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Feb 2019
In my hour of distress
I find solace in your steadiness
Every tear you repurpose
When my mind is a furnace
You are the mouth I use most eloquently
Without you, I fear I could not speak
An open window when I have no doors
You rest in my hands, and I in yours
Ireland Grace Smith
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Ireland Grace Smith  18/F/alabama
(18/F/alabama)   
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       ---, Perry, ---, --- and Dimitrios Sarris
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