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Jun 2020
Gone
into the moon
I wished
To see you soon
You have ascended to a place I cannot follow
With hopeless grace, a broken bird wallows
Alone amid the fallen blossoms
Spring to summer and summer autumns
Your presence now a hollow spectre
Born bare before my altar
Gone
Into the moon
Wish unfulfilled
My life now picayune
Written by
Lauren  25/F
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