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It's so cold, the way the shards of rain seem to stop time
In the place of memories there are hollow outlines of what was the truth
Now it collects into a pool of everything you hate, everything that helps me feel free without you
Do you listen to how it hits the soft ground?
Written by youngpoetdreams
Published | Edited 27th Sep 2021
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