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May 2020
Leave me and go,
so I can watch the gentle flow.
The words I've spoken
left my mind shattered; broken.

You said you'd come
and, yes, you came.
Now let my melodic drops of memory
silently evaporate, beyond the flame.
It isn't. It can't. I won't let it be.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
19
     ---, Grey and Imran Islam
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