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Jun 2020
Sun
A thousand stars burnedΒ Β bright,
Crisp and flaky, my skin turned dry.
Waved at the sea, closed my eyes.
I held no remorse, pain was volatile.
They turned me into ashes,
No different colors, only black and grey.
Farewell to all that see me,
I hope to see you one day.
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