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Jun 2019
I walk alone
In the hour of the night
Corners are filled with the unknown
I’m glad there’s still a little light
Nowhere near my home
And there’s danger in my sight
I feel my keys pressing against my bones
My body is ready to fight
Finally at my door
Guess I’m lucky to be all right
Joan
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Joan  25/F
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