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Jun 2022
Feel my heart’s attention
You can hear it
Buried deep, pounding like thunder
Thun, thun, done.
Done are the days where I’ve loved you
So few they seemed
Hours onto hours
Then nothing complete
Done are the days of this youthful mourning
So little of love was seen.
from my diary 2 years ago
Written by
Maria Shabalin  21/F/New York City
(21/F/New York City)   
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