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Mar 2017
You know
eventually
we all
need
nothing but
that fresh breeze
on our faces
that we like
to call
life

*when the sunset finally withdraws
all I need is the moon rising
as a waves muttered and light
shines upon my bones
I'am free at last
Martin Palatický
Written by
Martin Palatický  28/M/Slovakia
(28/M/Slovakia)   
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