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Feb 2021
The greif comes and it goes,
but the slow burn remains.
It's ignited in my grandmother's tears,
when she yells out her brother's name.
How she wishes back the years,
for a time when they were young,
and life had not yet sung its final song.
earthchild
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earthchild  32/F/Planet Earth
(32/F/Planet Earth)   
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       Azariah, Wendy, Khoisan, Hannah Jo, Julia and 1 other
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