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Dawn

A rage

Being caged

Spread forcefully

Over hate

I have nothing

But a long wait

As my fate

I miss your smell

From your t-shirt

You said farewell

Reality do me apart

I attend the funeral at dawn

Crying because you're gone

At Rostov on Don

And that thereupon

I lost someone to lean on

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