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Jul 2016
Black dew into the black night
When falling,
Sadness to my dreams is crawlin'

After the last secret
falls out of me

I laugh at this night
coming out of what was she

And after we wake up the other day
the sun's gonna caress thee
I can hardly breathe now
I can write no more
Dana Skorvankova
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Dana Skorvankova  21/F
(21/F)   
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