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May 2021
And as blood dripped down her battered face,
The sun shone through the clouds;
Ending her long suffering night.
A new day emerges and as she prepares for her next battle,
She stops and looks around,
For the demons that once haunted her had vanished,
And there stood in shinning armour,
Were those whom she now calls
Friends
(c)ibarker
Barker
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Barker  M/Ottawa
(M/Ottawa)   
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   kyss
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