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Jan 2011
Before I retreated,
To the safety,
Of my wardrobe walls,
Nine words escaped,
My father's lips,
I know this is going to upset you but...
Frantic, I did not wait,
To hear the rest,
But slammed the closet door,
And disappeared,
Into the darkness
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.        26.01.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
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