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Oct 2020
You were a maze,
a bewitching one,
the only one
who would fit,
like wood to fire,
how would I learn
to see my light,
without, first,
having
touched,
the fury
of your
chaos.
-L.D.
Lida Dela
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Lida Dela  36/F
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