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Oct 2021
On my knees with big round eyes
I ask for a cup of water and sun in the sky
With a soft pat and a disgruntled okay
Iā€™m given a drop and a ray

On the tip of my finger with venomous words
I scream for a flood and life supply of burns
With a silent turn and a slamming door
Iā€™m not given a storm or a war
But now our hurt has an even score
Written by
Katie  21/F
       Tori Danielik, S-zaynab-kamoonpury and Katie
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