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Oct 2020
My heart is red
Soon I’ll be dead
My shroud is plaid
Where is my lad?

Did he spread
The love that we shared
Or did he forget
All the blossoms we had?

I made him abased
With my soul so dazed
I think he’s ashamed
Of the night we framed

I remember the eyes he had
To me they were dead
And I almost obeyed
To his soul inflamed
Written by
Melisa Çıngı  19/F
       ashley, Ariana Solo and Eshwara Prasad
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