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Mar 20
Flying through the crocuses,
Finding her piece of bruises.
That gazes over my soul,
In the search of lifeless ghoul.

Even in the depth of dreams,
I still find myself in ruins.
Though her love still,
Takes my heart by steal.
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rignessRight  M
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