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Jan 2022
Sitting alone at a table.
A pin on your hat to state yourself,
He/Him.
Our eyes had met and I knew,
I would be letting go finally.
I would be freed from horrid grasps,
Trifling ties of abuse of both sides.
He had saved me,
Just by sitting at table 33.
S.R.R <3
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
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