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May 2018
the sparks in mind's
chamber waned away
leaving words scattered
and shattered,

yet the wordsmith stayed
still, rough lips tightly shut
as dry eyes wandered in
a journey to oblivion,

as they went through
another void nightfall,
silently asphyxiating
in a desolate sanctuary.
after months of being dead.
Written by
harley r noire  19/F
(19/F)   
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     Fawn and Riham
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