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Sep 2017
Dark was the night in the hour that you left me
I had no idea to bid you a farewell
And in the night that you had left me
I did not know the essence that you had claimed
And on that night my lungs were clear and free of mildew
But at the break of dawn, my heart was not the same.
Written by
Juniper Zed  18/M
(18/M)   
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     --- and Juniper Zed
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