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Jan 2020
it is as if every little thing reminds me of you
a smile and a kiss
one word, hurt
a breath from the nature
the smell from those flowers
you bought me
back then
even the sunkiss
a slap on the shoulder
back to reality
it was never really you and me
if it wants, love will come to you, dont chase it.
Lejla Hott
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Lejla Hott  15/F/Kolding, Denmark
(15/F/Kolding, Denmark)   
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