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Jul 2019
You are the color .
Bright and warm.
In shadows ,
Smoke
I see you from behind.
Like blind that leads another blind.
With words I choke .
You hold my hand
I want to mend you, my demand.
But only bend you,
More and more.
You are my shore.
And I can’t fix-
I can just tear.
So as I did before.
Collecting memories
around my core
Written by
Vira Shmoilova
87
   JaxSpade and nabilah
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