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What Became Of That Poor Girl?
Nothing could stop what we did
Alchemy dictates its conclusion,
Tangled in an urgent chemistry
Physically desperate for fusion
What became of that poor girl?
Hiding those scars on her wrist
Bruises like plates on her back
Her lips in pain when we kissed
A freshers' conference is wild
Or used to be in olden times
Before masks and distancing
And other anti-...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 11:06 am
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