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Mar 2018
as the ponds dried
and the leaves died
my hopes are buried as well
now you are a sight of hell

as the wind blows
i heard your name whispers within it
leaving me a scent i couldn't remove

and as your shadows gone
a river of tears rolling down
SCAIZE
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