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Wilted flowers lay on my grave;
No one has visited.
Where are you?
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
dead.
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Wilted flowers lay on my grave;
No one has visited.
Where are you?
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