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1d
The sun laments your radiance,
the moon your tenderness.
Stars sputter in night's nonchalance,
I your easy forgiveness.

Crickets sing their last song,
Until their souls rot.
I promise my last wrong,
know that it is not.
Written by
Aoang
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