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Feb 2021
I could hear the silent tapping from the snow against the window
The only light to be seen within miles being the round moon
It was a cold, grim, and dark night
The sadness in the air was overwhelming
The black page sitting on the dark wooden table
No thoughts no feelings to arise
Written by
Nicole  17/F
(17/F)   
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   woodlandpixie
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