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Nov 26
Maybe we will see each other in another universe, another life.
The grief swallows me alive.
The gloomy memories that play,
in the back of my mind; aren't enough. Your voice i can feel but not hear.
Your face that is blurry,
that I cannot see,
cannot be; anymore.
This is about death, made for my uncle that has passed away.
Written by
Ksenija Ostojić
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