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Aug 2020
I sit cold,
Confused
as to how that can be,
because I have you
seated beside me.

But you are
Drained
of the warmth
I once called
home.
Alicia Moore
Written by
Alicia Moore  22/F/Ireland
(22/F/Ireland)   
822
     Imran Islam and Zoi Ardens
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