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Aug 2019
The house is a dark hole,
The hearts are covered with black.
The only way out is window,
Straight to the ground.
Maybe one could breath again,
After that one jump,
When the air kisses the face,
One could feel free again
I’m a beginner. I am looking forward to read your comments about it.
Written by
Esra  24/F
(24/F)   
60
   Rogues Gallery
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