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Sep 2018
Your voice
at the night,
in the morning,
on a hot day,
in the chilling evening,
Wait

It's your voice.

Your
shape
on one of my wall...
No
on every wall
even your shadow in my window.

I left your prints on my body,
now you'l never leave from my memories.

Will you remember me?
Written by
Anne-Marie  16/F/Ukraine
(16/F/Ukraine)   
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