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Phantom647
Poems
Sep 2021
When They're Gone
When our loved ones die,
They're not really gone.
They turn into the trees,
Slide into the breeze,
And morph into the air that you breathe.
Think of these things,
When they're gone.
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25/M/Washington, DC
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