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Jan 2021
Flooding the streets within me the rain pours from the eyes of my soul ,
Dark clouds that she once existed still clouds my sky.
Eternal Overcast.
Ships of relation sink since the sun refuses to shine again. Innocent ones left drowning; in the rain.
I should have kissed her.
the passerby
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