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The tears that dropped just yesterday have not yet dried up, lawn's still wet. One glance, your candle's lit, struggling. The next, you're gone, the winds have won. Hijacked in the midst of this storm that silently kills, we're helpless as flame after dear flame flickers and covid sweeps all who we love and yes, everything that matters. Suddenly, life is but a dream.
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Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 4:21 AM UTC
Candles Amid Strong Winds
The tears that dropped just yesterday have not yet dried up, lawn's still wet. One glance, your candle's lit, struggling. The next, you're gone, the winds have won. Hijacked in the midst of this storm that silently kills, we're helpless as flame after dear flame flickers and covid sweeps all who we love and yes, everything that matters. Suddenly, life is but a dream.
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M/Los Baños, Ph
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 4:21 AM UTC
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