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Oct 2020
She
She drunk her sorrow
   In a jar of lies,
    The taste of vain,
Indulged her ache,
    Consumed by pain
Her alley was frail,
   her sip to chaos, was too tempting,
     All bottled in rage.
      She brewed her madness ,
All she could take in
      Was a **** to freedom
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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