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Nov 2021
The strength is not my own
That saves me from surrendering at war.

I wake too soon from dreaming
My fragile armour shatters on the floor.

The calling of temptation
I’ve battled with a hundred times before.

The strength is not my own
That loves you just enough to close the door.

- p. winter
Penelope Winter
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Penelope Winter
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     My Dear Poet and Adaley June
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