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Oct 2020
In the memories
Ashes turn to dust.
Thoughts gently carried
by the air’s disturbance,
Blowing the dust
Out of existence.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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