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Aug 2019
Now his nights are cold
and all he hears is your goodbyes
His tears are dancing their way down.      
I think his pillow is thirsty, there are no tears left to dry out.
Written by
Phosphenes  18/F
   M-E, Fawn and Shiv Aradhya Yadav
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