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Jun 2020
When tears run down,
Hoping to ease the pain...
The blood turns red to brown,
Ceasing to remain sane...
All memories woven into a blood red gown,
Peeping through the broken window pane..
Life makes you a clown,
Hurling you down the drain....
And you keep hunting for the crown,
That you lost in the rain....
Written by
Tacenda
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