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Nov 2017
I remember the voices i wanted to hear more and more.
I remember our talks on that corridor’s old floor.
And I remember us watching stars while laying on pavement.
And I remember happiness being people, not a place or a moment.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
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