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Jun 2020
Now that you’re gone, the fire will extinguish
Atleast that is what you thought
The fire is still burning, sparking as well
Then the rain cloud of tears rains down
It spreads the sparks with every rain drop
Till the fire gets bigger and more aggressive
Now that you’re gone, the burns will get worse
Bright burned
AceLione
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AceLione  19/M
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