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Title: Repercussions Author: Rextremens
Ravaged, Possibly the only word to express, The hours of walking alone, No one to phone, Not even home, Repercussions, One's of the past, Whether fair or faux, Are set into motion, A feeling of sorrow, That bring's forth tomorrow. Comments on "Repercussions"
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