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Oct 2014
She flew,
     then fell,
           down,
                down,
                   down.
She felt,
     then hurt,
           hell,
              hell,
                 hell.

Not much to be said,
not much to be heard,
and that was the flight of a sorrowful bird.
Written by
Kyra Elise  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Anand, --- and Arcassin B
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