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Mar 2020
Your instincts are blind
But not hesitant.
I feel it walking away.
As you come
Each step has a stance
Of a period.
After you. I shall start
A new day.

Never thought of you
Thinking of
                         how
                         much
                         of
                         you
Thought of myself.

So, I walk away
Cause
           my
                 reason
                               of
                                   moving
                      ­                              is
                                     yours
                               to
                    come
          what
may.
Written by
Elsie Greek  30/F/Ukraine
(30/F/Ukraine)   
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