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May 2019
You gave me your Tshirt
And it smells just like you
I didn't want wear it
I didnt want your smell to wear off
So I kept it,
I kept it by my side
But what do I do?
When your smell is fading away.
I no longer have you by my side
And the only thing left,
Is that tshirt of yours
Nina
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Nina  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Lillian May and Bogdan Dragos
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