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Nov 2020
the words whispered
the walk done
the hope held, gone

the waiting
the anticipation
the wish upon a shooting star, faded

the moon stopped shining
and it stopped soothing
the sounds of the song
feathered away

my hands cold
no longer yours

from the day you left
all was gone

... i just took a little too long to believe it

so now it's time
to let go
because I should have known that you were never coming back.
Written by
archwolf-angel
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   Imran Islam
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