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Jul 2019
she stands there,
wind through her hair,
dazed and unaware,
numb and hopeless,
a broken goddess.

she stands there
waiting for time
to fade her away
into the dark, cold night.
Written by
neo  17/M/the depths of my mind
(17/M/the depths of my mind)   
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