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The world turns to gray as dearest memories never fade away.
 May 2017 Debbie Taylor
halioth
I fell in love with a poet
now my life is being documented

with verses,
swirling in rhythms

ornamented with colours,
of gold and fuchsia

scented,
with love perfumery
 May 2017 Debbie Taylor
Donielle
Even candles burn out eventually.
And when the flame dies,
you're left with the scent of
what made it shine so bright.
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