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Aug 2017
Just like a spell,
just like a breeze
your words will always
make me freeze...

Even when I
fall asleep
and with my thoughts
I dig too deep -
just like a spell,
just like a breeze
your words will always
make me freeze.

So when I'm all alone
and see no texts
pop on my phone
I know that you're still there - inside your head
where nothing leaves
the lair.

And I will always remember
the August, that felt like
December, because...
.. just like a spell,
just like a breeze
my heart was locked
away,
and someone stole
the keys.
IPM
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     rose and Dmytro from Trotskiev
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