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Apr 2018
Ink drips
Pens drop
Anxiety flushes and desolation stream's down
Like frozen rivers her tormentor clings to the night
Tic toc the clock ticks... she has run out of time
The winds whisper the last of comfort words
however these can no longer tranquil her anguish
Percase there is no evasion today and the chronicles come to an end!
Written by
Vany-Bedine  F/Ukraine
(F/Ukraine)   
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