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Dec 2016
the night is falling onto me
and my eyes stare at the descending blackness
that first frost touches my eyelash
and I shut them close,
collapse back into the
womb of death

morning's here
and I have nothing
Written by
amrutha  21/F/Building galaxies within
(21/F/Building galaxies within)   
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