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May 31
A kid. - No one spoke a little.

Sha Sha Shhh.

I want to be like a guy with a green.
Green cloak and the gray hairs.

Sometimes I.
Feel.

Not myself.

Shala lalala la la.

The quiet voice, single hand.

And a ring, that was black.
Written by
Jakub Zoltowski
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