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Jun 2019
I hope you feel alive.
Perhaps while looking at your favourite scenery,
While feeling the cold on your skin,
While singing.
I hope you feel loved, while looking at her face
And maybe when the wind passes and whispers my name,
I hope you hear nothing and continue with your day.
Red old room
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Red old room  22/F/Cyprus
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