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Nov 2017
Falling leafs and bare tree.
Long nights and tormented dreams.
Frost bitten tears.
The days come and go.
But the pain still hurts.
Death has no sound.
No scent or face.
Saying nothing.
Taking everything.
Death left me Autumn tears
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
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   Joyfulgurl
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