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The last sunray

  • Writer: Francesca
    Francesca
  • Jul 21, 2020
  • 1 min read

Sipping wine,

keeping the balance

between what I lost and did not find.

With the sun already gone,

I am locked out of my home.

You have the key.

Bring it back to me.

I should get a new one,

but in my hand

there’s only a gun.

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