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Doomsday
14 December, 2017
Author: Lamar Cole

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The bed is cold where she use to lay.
There is silence where everything use to be so happy and gay.
The moon always shone brighter when she looked his way.
Everything was sweeter day by day.
Now that she has gone away.
He feels like it is doomsday.

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