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One by one
Memories by past
Starts to unfold,
One by tone
Struggles for last
Losing to mold,
Piercing through bone
Bleeding behind cast
Death to hold!
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Jr.
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Poetry of Dreams
Hear Me. See Me.
I can clearly hear you, Yet, I am deaf on my own, I can clearly see you, Yet, I am blind on my own. Deaf on my own voice, I only listen to...
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