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Oct 2020
Black
Is all I see
Nothing
Is what I'll be

Highs
Money
Lows
Is she?

I am nothing
Invisible
Invincible
I love the sound of loneliness

Don't bring me gifts
I am not a Holmes
They're not my home
Every steps come
As i do
Uninvited

I am not blind
I can see
What's this dividends?
What am I?
The number below one
GRAVE27
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GRAVE27  17/M/Indonesia
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