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Mar 2018
Surrounded by loss
People no longer there
A promise remembered
"I'll always be here"

feel the shake,
and feel the shiver
of the coldness
as it comes hither
as you lay down on your side
and decay into wither.

And a pool of memory

Forming around

A mess made
Including thyself

Lost but not found.
Sienna
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Sienna  F/Past
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