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Jun 1
Ears deaf, lips cracked
Hearts broken
Belongings packed
Trembling hands unlock
The lonely steps ahead

Cold and rainy, soaked
All of me is wet
Tears stand no value
Only hate is what I get

Looking back again
For the years have long past
The pain is still fresh
Memories pour in to blast
My lonely days ahead...

©Seema Sen, 2020
Written by
Seema  38/F/Fiji Islands
(38/F/Fiji Islands)   
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