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Feb 2021
Our lost tears turned to lost years.
Our rivers fueled our waterfalls. Still,
no amount of water ever guaranteed
flower bloom. Our make believe
garden was only a lost cause.
Written by
Cyrus Khounesavath  23/M/Virginia
(23/M/Virginia)   
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   sankavi
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