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Mar 2019
My cold darkness, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you hide, sleep and cry,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the frightened sky.

Let me compare you to a depressed arch?
You are more anxious, abandoned and trapped.
Bold clouds dull the lonely flowers of March,
And the springtime has the manifest apt.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your old Fear, trap and isolate.
Thinking of your heightened trap fills my days.
My hate for you is the best alternate.

Now I must away with a tightened heart,
Remember my bad words whilst we're apart.
rhiannon
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rhiannon  16/F/Telford
(16/F/Telford)   
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