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Aug 2019
The soundness that fell
when she let go
one that was so intrinsic
yet so uninvisible
for taken for granted
I cannot do it alone
she thought
for you were my backing
she told.

Like travelling is not escaping
a city shepherds the way
how could I be so mistaken
to think the boy
was the sanctity only
my father can give
she trusted.
Kate Copeland
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Kate Copeland  50/F/London
(50/F/London)   
85
   Rogues Gallery
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