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Apr 2023
Mystified by your absence
What will make us come alive again?
Years of perdition in a hole of vacant eyes
Try to find me, try to see me
Will you recognize that face in the mirror?
Listening to music, scribbling some signals
Written by
Maria Shabalin  21/F/New York City
(21/F/New York City)   
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