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Shadows
Some shadows weep
Haunted memories in my mind in the
Abandoned streets of my heart they
drift like rustling leaves
Of autumn, as they slowly go into
Woods, they haunt me in every
String of my heart, I bring them to life in my poetry every single night.
© alpha stella
Haunted memories in my mind in the
Abandoned streets of my heart they
drift like rustling leaves
Of autumn, as they slowly go into
Woods, they haunt me in every
String of my heart, I bring them to life in my poetry every single night.
© alpha stella
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