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Jul 2019
if there’s a life
after death
then surely, there’s a place
already waiting for me
and someone arranged
to take me back home
I almost called him once,
but he brought me back
and my question is
what my mouth didn’t say
and my hands didn’t done yet?
Written by
San
120
   Bogdan Dragos
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