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Jul 2020
Words are a very stubborn thing
Only coming out of hiding when forced
I'm a bully waiting by the swings
Just let me write without remorse

It seems the words won't be giving in
without a fight.
I should get comfortable,
No doubt I'll be here all night.
Written by
Orli
80
   Fawn
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