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Luster
Dark shadows ticking like time-bombs
mark the place that lovers quarrelled;
Stark reminder that luster fades;
Trademark is the glass that was hurled;
Broken to pieces above them
been a long time but it’s there;
Ten years ago feels like last night,
Sin when hurt befalls love so fair.
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Melani Udaeta
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