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Jul 2019
I can see the spark dying,
So I begin to walk away,
I have been in the cold far way too long,
Maybe, The fire will light up again,
Maybe, I will never know.

All i know is that i will miss your warmth.
Yachika Sharma
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Yachika Sharma
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