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Oct 2017
Humans have innocence just to be tainted;
Once out of breath, we've already fainted
And the world painted with our display
Will eventually fade away
While we're wasted,
Formed like a molded piece of clay
Crumbling each day.
Emmennarr
Written by
Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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   Ciel De Verre
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