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Apr 2013
Hold my tears !
Hold my tears!
They run on my cheeks…
One is so hot,
Full of love
I feel fire on !
Goes and drops.
Next is called
understanding
It is quiet and warm,
Runs slowly and heavy…
Dear! Go off!
Enough!
People are not like him!
My friend
ula
Written by
ula  Cracow, Poland
(Cracow, Poland)   
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