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Saturday, ‎October ‎11, ‎2014

She is a goodbye that I hold in my every word
That no longer serves me now for any purpose
She is the dearest child, ever loved in between chaos
But she has the knowledge, she comes and goes
She drinks me in the morning and emits me at night
She won’t hesitate, she owns this abandoned home
But I would never complain to this tragedy
She pays me with her every story she ever ventured ..

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