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Jan 4
Your love did not have its freedom
Was constrained in your chest
treated as a soldier,
released only to battle
And so your love made
the love you received  
a casualty of war

your love did not have truth
And was strangled in your throat
Made extortioner
Withheld to barter for power
And so your love made
the love you received
the currency for corrupt affections
Angie
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Angie  41/F/Lismore, Australia
(41/F/Lismore, Australia)   
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     redberry, Emma and Wren Fulminate
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