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Jun 2018
Demolished man walked to the me,
his short-black hairs were gone already,
I knew just this when I looked intensely.
He asked me a question by whispiring;
and I couldn't answer it, nor I believed.
Question was not a question to answer
like all questions were asked to the him
when he lost himself in danger spirits.
Written by
Kivanc  20/M/Turkey
     Cné, Wordmancer, Geanna and Blake
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