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HH (19/12/1990 / )


Poem By Holly Heron

When I was young I gave you,
The keys to a young heart,
But now that I am older,
I realise the folly of my ways,
You're never there when I need you,
You treat me like a slave,
But now you've really gone too far,
And forced my locks to change.

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A good lock is the best thing in life/love, I declare