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swapman

Published: Mar 4, 2015

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My dearest friend,
You leave me joyless,
Hope fades away slowly,
Faith is too far gone,
I am but a ghost.

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superftmn

Mar 7, 2015

Ah, relatable poetry. Fine work.

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