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Feb 2017
alive
You took away my voice
but my lips still move.
You've got my hands in handcuffs
Yet the rest of body is unbounded.
You closed my eyes with a piece velvet
but my memory is way to good.
You've got my breath dead and gone
Yet there is no need in it for a dreamer.
I am alive- and you've got to deal with it.
I am unbroken - and are cursed to go with it.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
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