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Seven Years

Celestial splendor,
silver, sorrowful, and sad…
sparkles on the marble
of the savior of
this land,
Shadows, stripe and
spite you,
they make me mad
Ever since you’ve gone,
it seems like
everyone’s
forgotten you
So I crawl
to your statue,
and I do lay,
I lay golden orchid crown
around your feet,
In hope,
and I do hope,
that you will see.




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