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- CAZ
- Feb 1, 2018
- 1 min read
Life’s Darkest Night
Passion begins fleeting
So much loneliness inside
Sorrow my only greeting
I have done well to hide,
I cannot begin seeding
These people I abide,
Before I stop bleeding
To feel less outside.
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