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Aug 2022
In a one cold night
my breath was held
got me left with nothin
but questions lingering around my mind

far away have my steps been
looking for you, smiles
or probably you were just a shadow of a conscience of a wasted person
tied lips speak souls language

sing, night birds
blow, night wind
keep singing, night birds
until, the wind blows and conveys my greetings
avenjoe
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avenjoe  23/M/Indonesia
(23/M/Indonesia)   
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     Aishu, laura and Cold-Bones
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