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Apr 2019
The sketches I drew on me,
were perhaps the ending lines of what we had.
But no matter what I did,
your steam grew back.
Kyra Embers
Written by
Kyra Embers  17/F
     Ella Grace, JaxSpade and Raj Bhandari
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