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Aug 2018
Fading is a light once so bright it warmed our bodies in the bitterness of winter.
Now what's left is ashes of a love story that can never be told.
So cold its difficult to even remember.
Dim lights from embers slowly fade; we have become that change.
In time; out of sight and out of mind, we'll be ashes in the wind.
Having Learned from a faded love, that'll never be felt again.
Apollo Hayden
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