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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.

First;
Our last goodbye
Last;
Our first hello
Sydney Marie Apr 2018
I am not,
shattered pieces
waiting,
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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