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Jan 2020
you shrugged away
those alien words that were barely
spilled from my lips
it seems that we
don't share the same random spaces
there's hope that you'll find me
hand to mouth
in those cold moments
when it's all
we have now
Moe
Written by
Moe  M/earth
(M/earth)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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