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August 30, 2016

In the quiet of night
I think the most
Of days that passed
Of what didn’t last
Of regrets never spoken
In the morning
I wake up mourning
All those who are gone
But as non comes
It’s all undone
A busy body cannot think
But as night comes back
It strikes it’s attack
And all the fears return

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