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Apr 2019
The thrill of the windy air
Runs through my veins
As my excitement
Drips from a dark and gloomy
Room
Filled with wonder of the past
And future,
All the horrors combined
So that happiness
Is an illusion
That dominates my will
written 10 April 2019.

by The Lenora.

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The Lenora
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The Lenora  22/F/Unknown
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