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Sep 2018
Sunlight greased the roads,
Sending shivers across.
Falling behind,
Yet never being caught,
I felt chasing a dream.
Along my vision grew moss,
Along my greed grew rot.

But no matter how much I change,
No matter the words spoken,
I remain a dull root
Paid in loves token.
Written by
Andrew  20/M
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   Skye Marshmallow
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