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November is my Muse

wake me up when it's all over "when the ink of my pen stops bleeding when there is no trace of their memories" wake me up when the nightmare is over november's sadness will take me down burn the bridges to the next run lunar eclipse and pacing under the sun gray will return in it's darkest shade

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Date: 2/10/2025 10:29:00 PM
so moving poem, feel like some catastrophe happened; great poetry, thanks
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