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Jan 30
You had fallen content with talking to the walls
I knew when I left, you wouldn't notice at all
The moment the door opened I'd forgotten your face
The wind blew furiously, disrobing my lace
I now stand naked in the cold, a discomfort
So comfortable, I no longer feel pain.
I am free, unbound, alone, but not afraid
Veronica
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Veronica  18/F
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