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Aug 2020
I.
I've bled
Till my veins run dry
My bones
Are shatteredΒ and broken
Withering

II.
The ink
From my pen drags,
Then pools and
Blots the page
As I let it
Fall

III.
All my energy
Siphoned from memories,
Has now diminished
I take my last breath
As  I allow
My small boat
To be pitched across
By the winds and waves

~Fin.
Foreigner Soralen
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Foreigner Soralen  19/F/existing somehow
(19/F/existing somehow)   
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