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Aug 2015
We burned it at last.
You looked ready to ****.
My heart anxious to bleed.
Our souls shared till this end.

She died, and you moan her.
We slowly dried unaware.
Our leaves turned to thin air.
As her flower now lashes,
new painted old landscapes.

Our forest to ashes.
No life, no right, nothing left.
Go now, as cruel time won’t wait.
Drown now, grow now and die…
All over again.
Swann
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