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Oct 2016
we were like dying leaves in autumn
we even fell with beauty and grace
to our deaths, only to be stepped on
and have every dry vein in us, crack!
until we become dust, that the living
world breathes in, to feed off our death
and to feel alive

-Kaya
Kaya
Written by
Kaya  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
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