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May 2017
One
They were two one night stands,
And then two one day friends.

That was their game.
But they are not the ones to blame.
The were to scared of pain.

Cause whenever there's a "two".
No doubt in pain. The only question's "who?"

And thus, they searched for any answers.
They warned their targets they were strangers.
And with a dawn or dusk they'd leave avoiding daggers.

That happened on and on until they one day met.
"They are the same" all people said.

The two were very weird.Each time they both would change.
So every day and night would the one and only. Their love was strange.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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