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Jan 2020
leaning on the edge of fate,
for an ax hanging above,
death is ticking away,
Taking life by sway!

Let me be me once more,
Breath those blossoms of your,
love that is short of shy,
while we were living high!
Written by
Crazythought
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   Bogdan Dragos
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