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May 2017
Build me up music, oh friend,
And scream against sand.
No matter how loud, we can
Irate or content.

We'll put it to music, my friend;
Hum against holes in our heads;
My lines at the tip of your tongue
Curving. We will hand-in-hand

Devote us to business so vibrant and long.
As no matter time -
No matter
What land.
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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