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Dec 2019
i wanna play guitar
but i don't want them
to know about my existence
so i don't play
i lay
on the bed
on the floor
in the bath
listening
as they go
wondering where they go
and mainly why
why did they start all this
why they came out of their apartments
their limbs hanging
without knowing what to do
they're walking in front of your door
just in case
something happens
to you
Written by
Yurii Kaplun
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