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Jul 2019
You danced with me in the blessings,
And we didn’t part with the coming of  borders.
This is why we’re called friends,
While the first made us brothers.
Show me the streets that would answer my cravings.
And I will gladly dye all your threads.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
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