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Mar 17
Rain will come as the seasons change.
Butterflies dance watching my memories fade.
Know I chase not your love, but the thought of you
A heart given away, broken and fixed with glue.
Left alone to collect dust
The shattered fragments of us.
Healing is a distant land
And I remain buried in the sand
Written by
Wisdom Osikwemhe  19/M/Nigeria
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