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Write stories of those not yet written up deep inside

The siege of the people

Most relaxed.

Left out hiding behind a gentle, who I still remember hiss

Many sad words look cloudy leaves time talk and an avalanche of dark clouds,

Learn back very quiet, very quiet,

No one else can see flashy tragic heart.

Were young we never expected,

An error in a hurry,

Missed this life.

We rarely seen,