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Sydney Marie Oct 2019
they use to be just a black cloaked figures

Over Time

they grew faces
Sydney Marie May 2018
As time grows on,
My memories of you grow thin.

Our last goodbye
Our first hello
Sydney Marie Apr 2018
I am not,
shattered pieces
to be picked up.
Sydney Marie Jan 2018
my fingers can trace you with my eyes closed and you not there
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