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Oct 2020
As I tell the hollow winds my fleeting tale,
my disgraced face looks all too pale.

In the pouring rain,
the bitter tears join;
flowing down the rusty drain.

In futile belief I share my shaken mind,
To the holllow winds that seem so kind.
Jacco krom
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Jacco krom  18/M/The Netherlands
(18/M/The Netherlands)   
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