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Oct 25
When the nights are cold
And loneliness creeps up behind

When the air is crisp
And the night sky still

When the flowers bloom
And the birds sing

When the reality hits
And your no where to be seen

Your name on my lips
Through the tears and time
I still wish it true

But as I accept the cold emptiness of your absence
You get to embrace another

"Was it worth it my flame?"
Writing of the Unknown
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   Liana
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