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Apr 2018
Whispered as a dark voice,
in an unoccupied night
there is, lonely, waiting
for me knitting in spinning
of the past and the future

and today is forgotten
like the wind on the skin
but feels just a snap
then disappear
Written by
Manda
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   NuBlaccSoul
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