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Monday 25 July 2016
Alone
He asked;
“Are you alone?”
In that moment her mind raced
Through the corridors of her life.
Which were devoid of people
Or anything in fact.
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Thursday 21 July 2016
When His Night Comes
His fist hit the table once more.
And I shivered, not this again!
The cold would have been a better enemy
Not my sweet sweet baby.
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Monday 18 July 2016
Burnt Bridges
Maybe best friends;
Short, fair and brown haired.
Pretty little thing that all the boys liked
With a strange laugh and bad breath.
The burning of a green checkered uniform
And the lighting of a candle.
Began our fire.
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