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Let the morning rise But the sun's bled dry As the storm clouds tread Across the cold blue sky And then, smiles, The mourning night.
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
Mourning Night
Let the morning rise But the sun's bled dry As the storm clouds tread Across the cold blue sky And then, smiles, The mourning night.
And then, miles, to get over and walk away from this incredibly bad case of writer's block.
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Ruheen
20/F/Here
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
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