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Aug 7
Everything
we had built
over the years
just scattered
in the wind.
Our blood, sweat and tears
gone without a trace.
All for nothing.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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   Weeping willow
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