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Feb 2021
I was an innocent drawn to the broken and emotionally dead.
Like a moth to a flame I flew straight into my death.
The personification of fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Written by
Lysistrata  F/England
(F/England)   
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   LemonWater
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