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Feb 2
I plant my prayers in silent ground,
Water them with words unsound.

The stars fade, the hours drift,
Yet still, I wait, my hands unclenched.

If time must steal, let it restore,
What once was lost, return once more.

No cries, no chains, no last despair,
Juste attendre et espΓ©rer.
Written by
Aymeric  20/M
(20/M)   
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