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Dec 2015
The flowers were dead
The grass was withered
The paint was flaked from the window frame
Crevices everywhere on the ground.
All of a sudden someone called my name
But there was no one to be found
My heart's pulse was like a drum
All I wanted at that moment is my mum.
Written by
Bashayer
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