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Feb 2020
It’s nighttime, of course.
It’s wet outside, and it’s not raining.
Muffled voices, winded cries.
I don’t want to be here no more.
Frowning til I hurt.
Hoping someone will save me
From the balcony.
Free H Laven
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Free H Laven  21/PA
(21/PA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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