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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
Miracles of Meeting 'You'
Unexpected with Your divine light, You came once again. Visit me through vision, an expected sight. I know I am awake, Yet here I am again...
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