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Mar 2019
I remember every detail:
Blinding light piercing the air,
The movement of your shoulders,
Silence,.. and the word "late"..

From the dissolved window,
Pulsing with Easter sound.
Then I don't remember ****,
Something else about separation.

That day I remember as now.
She's still around the corner,
And I go, and every step
Shorter and similar to a note.
Written by
Ilya Krivonosov  39/M/Balashikha
(39/M/Balashikha)   
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