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Oct 2020
I can feel it

The glaze of your eyes
The air that filled your lungs
Warmth in your hand

Now it's different
You turn into monster
You burn anyone that come

Now your lips whisper potion
Your eyes showing thunder

May i know?
Where to find the old you?
i wish that i could save us earlier.
Written by
Monica  F/Indonesia
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