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Jan 2021
I can feel the world drift farther
Everyday the stars get darker
Almost out of time, not much left
Fall in love with our last breath
The city landscapes falling
But the birds are flying
The garden is slowly dying
The flowers are quickly drying
We can lose our hope
Not just yet
It’s fine
It’s fine
It’s fine
It always is in the end
Written by
Diamond Potter  19/M/Minnesota
(19/M/Minnesota)   
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