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Oct 2017
See
An hour's nought;
See hyphen dwindling into dot;
See gold of leaves expiring into days;
See, hour perishes when ways
Don't lead to exhibition of your face.
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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