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Nov 2019
She wanted to know who you were
but hid who she was.
There was
no sense
to be made of it
or why there was any shame in it;
ships that pass and turn off their lights
will travel in darkness, alone at night.
be open, be you
Written by
Sara
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     Colm, Coop Lee, Darkly and Max Neumann
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