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Jan 2014
the blinds are shut,
the shutters closed,
nobody appears to be home,

but here we have a glow
from deep inside,
perhaps a glimmer of lost pride,

the light shone through the shutters,
a floodlight on the grass,
they were at home

oh at last!
Lydia Victoria Kate
Written by
Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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     Edward Franco-Dansk
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