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May 2020
A pallet on the floor
Was a place to lay our heads
We didn’t have toys
But we had books instead
Flowers were crowns
For royal ******* whose lineage wasn’t found
And the palace we used to inhabit
Was littered with needles and havoc
I look back without any shame
Because today life just ain’t the same
Viola
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Viola
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