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Sep 2019
only morning skies mourn
the death of the stars;
icy cold,
as bright as flame,
they glimmered yesteryear:
a flash of warmth,
a wink of light,
then nothingness again
will someone mourn you when you're gone? or will they pretend you were never there?
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it's just izz  16/F/it's complicated
(16/F/it's complicated)   
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       Ciel De Verre, Colm, Jamadhi Verse and ---
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