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Mar 2019
We are supposed to express whatever lies deep with In this chest
But as soon as it get too much
It’s end is abrupt
And it is hushed
And it is shoved
Back into the recess of depression
Of which it was born
Of which oppression
Will finally adorn
Us who’ve been silenced
Us who mourn
Eloise Rose
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Eloise Rose  15/F
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     Fawn, Pagan Paul and ThatBrokenOne
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