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Dec 2014
You’re lost
Not a speck of your dust remains
You were not a mistake
You were not in vain

Their last words that of falling down
Sinking in, giving up
Broken smiles grace their features
Glazed looks take over

But for our hearts
And the marks they left
For love rewards love
And ignorance, hate
For the fallen Winchesters.
Meghna
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Meghna  Falling from Cloud 9.
(Falling from Cloud 9.)   
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