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Jan 2018
Round & round
In circles I go
An Endless cycle
That finally was gone.

After that,
What is there left,
Just an empty bottle.

A few dropplets,
Are only left,
Remaims of what was,
And no clue of what will be.
Tiffany Scicluna
Written by
Tiffany Scicluna
   Keith Wilson
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