poem
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poem
feeling in the middle
of a drakest age
not belonging to
the world of men
gosth in beethen
my tears roll in never
ending river, for u for me
for all the thinks
that never be said
for all the love
that we never shared
for all the tenderness
that was left behind
hera
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