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Apr 2019
She she walked into the enclosed cement building
she covers her face
puts her hands in her pockets
Looks down

When she takes her hands out
they are drenched in water
and are burning with red
her face starts to turn red

when she leaves the building
her hands turn tan
they dry up
she is free again
Written by
Lucy F  20/F
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   Mark S
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