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Jan 2020
I wanted to sleep but tomorrow    
kept waking me up with a sigh
“the last time you cry,” said my Spirit,
“it will be the last time you cry.”


I started to drift into dreaming
and could not be shaken today  
I made my way out of the darkness
“okay, it’s okay, it’s okay”
in the voice of my Dedushka, “it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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