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Mar 2019
Said it's the end that puts one on his feet
Blindfolds and leads him through the mess
Of gentle memories and blood stains
On fingertips of those who know where weakness is
He witnesses the fate throughout the emptinessΒ Β 

Over a universe of secrets he could keep
He chooses one to carry with him
Sofia
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Sofia  24/F/Moscow, Russia
(24/F/Moscow, Russia)   
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