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The ground is shaken as the lone sun sets
With a sinking feeling inside my chest
If only I had held
my tongue,
Could I have prevented what’s happened?
Undo what I’ve done…
A final evening’s snowfall carries a frigid air,
Burying the memories
I once held dear
Trading sunlight for teardrops
That pierce like the rain
In mourning of lost beauty
An inescapable pain…
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