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Sep 2015
The burning fire
Of the bewitching orb
Comes to end the sweet day.

Our day,
In which walk on the tiny granules
Of the endless sand
Staring at the beauty
Of our love.

Once the sun sets,
I know our time has come to an end
Because now I am filled with
Memories whiles
In you are in the grave
Dreaming the night  away.
Kale
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