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Aug 2019
there's a sense of loss that stains these quiet halls,
filled to the brim with the absence of you
the lights flicker overhead
like the dying embers of these dreams you left
and with the tatters of my heart in my hands
i wait for you, alone, still
Written by
ame  17/F/PH
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