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Sep 2016
The darkness, as well as the drying roses

The quiet and sad moaning,

of people and lost souls

Fresh graveyard dirt and the fading scent of lilies.

Salty tears, as they cascade down faces

The heart aches and throbs.
Wrote this 5/21/10
Pinkbun17
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Pinkbun17  So Cali
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