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Aug 2016
Mirages outline the shadows on the ground
The way of my soul in the middle of August sound
The crevices of the pictures, when they vanished
Lost under the other's stack, in the middle of this

This is what it's like when fate changes its mind
Forever turns to a moment that's lost in time
They don't witness this goodbye.
Only a second, was it right.
Jess Hays
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Jess Hays
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