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Nov 2018
Change
The wind as cold as memory.

The sun fleeing to it's grave.

Onlookers smile at it's ******.

It's all they crave.

Change.
Written by
Arthur John  22/M/London
(22/M/London)   
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     Woodweaver, Em MacKenzie and Allison Wonder
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