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Apr 2020
I want you to take my hand
And never let me go.
I want you to close your eyes
Because we gonna fall.

Fall through the darkest night,
And to the ocean’s floor.
The water in our lungs
Our bodies made of snow.

We sparkle in the light,
We dance on broken dreams.
We fallen, as they say  
But nothing what it seems.
Tetiana Dotsenko-Adamczyk
Written by
Tetiana Dotsenko-Adamczyk  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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