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Dec 2012
The sun timidly shines before hiding below the clouds
The sky lours down at me
I am no longer afraid
The panicked sway past me like ghosts
The only thing I hear is the whisper of the earth telling me its time to let go
The breeze of the end of the world
The trees sway as if waving goodbye
One last cosmic breath
This is how it ends
The last day was such a beautiful one

Now

Iā€™m free
Faunt Asma
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Faunt Asma
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     Lior Gavra and Mary
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