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Oct 2018
Here between the graves, leaves come and go,
When will I leave, what will I have to show?
There's something here, something I must do,
But this just hurts me now, with or without you.

Help me find the place,
That I need to be,
As I seek this now,
Among the graves, leaves and tree.
Written by
Damien
64
   Fawn
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