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You were late again — the streetlights tilted on their poles, heads bent in prayer, all that night held close in its oily hands, everything still but for the grind of the train underfoot — you, slipping thro…
Ani Eldritch
Annelise Lords
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Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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