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Apr 2021
I saw her standing there
Thin and frail
Dressed in shades of violet

She was looking at me
Through the chain linked fence
Rusted in the back

Where'd you go
I wanted to know
But she was just a glimpse
Desiree Schort
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Desiree Schort
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