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Mar 2021
I have my wounds to show
Savoring these as more grow
When i asked the rising sun
It shredded it's dark light to run
Avoiding my soon to come dread
But the moons crept saying not fret
All of them revealing your brew
I have started to forget you
As that night memories all of which flew
Written by
Harshel
820
   CJ Sutherland
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