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May 2020
In this daze I stay, breathing shallowly,
Waiting for my friends to send me away.
In this barren space where thoughts interlace,
I accept the past as my resting place.
In this ruined form that ceased to belong
Was a child’s plea so starved of life, soon gone.
Written by
Miles Graves  20/M/a decade that evaded me
(20/M/a decade that evaded me)   
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