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Feb 2020
I hear the water flowing
I hear the birds sing
I hear the wind whistle
I hear my deep breath
i feel cold and warm
But I cant see for hear you
I cant see your gorgeous smile
I cant hear you voice
I cant touch your delicate skin
But I can see and hear the memories in my head
They don’t seem to stop
They carry on
Im always reminded of you.
Marta
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Marta  17/F
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