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Jan 2019
Shedding feathers, I fear the wind is dying
Clouds plague the sun’s skin, I fear there’s no use trying
Passions lost its voice and I shall bite my tongue
For if I speak, I fear the lightning might approach this dying sun

Our friendship.
Folie
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