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Mar 2018
Sometimes
when my wrists
burn
and my
heart
hums a little too
softly
I dream of
swimming
in my river
of light
Letting my soul
basks in its
milky waves
My heart
quenching its
thirst
And only then
will i drink
too
Sadly Kida
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Sadly Kida  20/F/Someone's dusty attic
(20/F/Someone's dusty attic)   
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