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Dec 2019
A troubled soul,
He’s alive but doesn’t speak,
He sees her everywhere,
He’s not crazy,
He’s waiting for her,
With a rose in his hands.
He remembers the olden days,
When he left her,
To become rich and give her everything she wants,
He felt stupid to leave her,
Because now,
She’s gone.
Written by
radz  16/F/Toronto, Canada
(16/F/Toronto, Canada)   
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