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Jan 19
A shadow spread, so cold, so still,
It touched the weak, it broke the will.
Through empty streets, it crept, it stayed,
And life it stole where children played.

The nights were long, the world in fear,
But hope stayed close, its light so near.
For even storms must pass away,
And dark gives to brighter days.
Xio
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Xio  13/F/London
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