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Jan 2020
I felt the cold breeze chilled on my skin,
So I opened my eyes to blood like wings.
That circled me till I saw no more,
Leaving a shadow behind closed doors.
As it gets close, distant, but near,
I said goodbye to the ones I love dear.
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   J, shamamama and Sparrow
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