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May 2018
And as the sparrow shan’t fall,
I, a friend of love, shan’t tumble
From trust.
For amongst the words brought
Unto
This world
Is that of trust calling proud
The tree remaining among the wind,
And the comet burning upon
The suns
Rays.
I too shall remain for so long as I can,
But like ice,
Will someday melt away into nothing.
Written by
Andrew  20/M
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