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Sep 2016
Somethings
Always come to an
End.
Fighting or Loving
Punching or Kissing
At some point
It ceases,
And we live
in the memories
Of the yesterdays.
And as the sun comes
To end the day,
My life has ended
Because you are in
A shallow grave
Kale
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