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Jul 2018
The second cold night,
She heard no wind making sound
Left her with the noise of silence
And her poor broken heart,
Left to be scattered apart.

By the day has come,
Her heart is nowhere to be found
As the night has brought her along with its soul.
Written by
Sherenna  25/F/Indonesia
(25/F/Indonesia)   
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