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Mar 19
And it traced my steps,
one step behind,
dancing with my curves.
It stood  same among the thorns and flowers, never leaving.
Brave and strong against all odds,
yet it hid when it was dark.
I hated it once but now I keep the light burning,
so that it never fades into the dark again.
Written by
Melis J
39
   AtticusAbbey
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