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Nov 2019
“Here”, she said
“Take my heart”,
swallowing her pride.
“Take it, all of it.”
because it no longer belongs to its owner
someone else is paying the rent now
it became a motel for the lonely souls
a refuge
strangers come and go
stepping on it
as if it were a doormat.
SableNocturne
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SableNocturne  28/F/Neverland
(28/F/Neverland)   
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     ---, Shiv Pratap Pal, Bogdan Dragos and ---
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