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Nov 2015
My love bloom in blossom like ,
a flower on a summer day.
My love is growing.
My body is falling.
My love won’t come
I know that now.
The sadness is with me
the pain stay inside.
Death is taking my body side by side.
God please ......help me.
Written by
Katarzyna Strychala
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