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May 2020
I could tell it was over
When the tears dried up

The fire snuffed out
Breathless
Cold

Your scent still lingers
Yet I wish for fresh air

Until it's time for my fire to flicker again
Every time, a little less wax

Every time, a little less of you.
Written by
Gustavo P  22/M/Chicago
(22/M/Chicago)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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