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Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Sᴜɴ
Does time tick on my clock?
My grief beckons me to the morning's knock
Terrors of absence now unfold
Who'll claim the clothes you once wore so bold?
Teary sights of an empty grave I see
Slices of rain splatter on its closed identity
Don't touch me, my skin is numb and grey
Keep your tears, my love is lost, gone away
What do I do to see you once more?
How far can I run to escape this sore?
© EzeMercyO
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