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May 2017
Bold head.
Grey clothes.
Silent steps.
Don't be scared.
He might come to your dreams.
And when he does, he'll mark your body.
That mark would be a hex and triangles.
You are not the only one he came to.
Wise words.
Strange games.
Full trust.
Mysterious expressions.
He'll to all daydreamers in this city.
He will be one of your demons if have such.
he cares about feelings, nothing else.
Although he is curious to much.
Old wheelchair.
Electronic book.
Worthless body.
Woolen plaid.
That's their is in real world somewhere in streets.
But find him there cooperating with the other marked.
Come help if ya can, yet no the Zahar never begs.
And when you do, move him elsewhere and abandon.
  From there he ll come again...
Just a scary poem...
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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