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Oct 2019
i.
every night
i
sit in the same place and
i
think of things
i
wish i could tell you;
i
am pounding on the chambers of your heart
i
am shouting these words and
i
don't know if you're listening but
i
hope you hear the echoes.
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   Bogdan Dragos
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