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Vira Shmoilova Jul 2019
You are the color .
Bright and warm.
In shadows ,
Smoke
I see you from behind.
Like blind that leads another blind.
With words I choke .
You hold my hand
I want to mend you, my demand.
But only bend you,
More and more.
You are my shore.
And I can’t fix-
I can just tear.
So as I did before.
Collecting memories
around my core
Vira Shmoilova Jul 2019
Remember me
The image you’ve created
I know
It doesn’t matter after all
Last call
And soon
I’m heading home
The place I named
I chose to be
It’s always me
But what is that?
You think
you know
You’ve found
You’ve understood
But how you could
If you were walking by
And by
is never meant to be beside
Seaside
And I'm looking at the water
And wish to wash away my sin
And soon
I know
My wave will come
And image you’ve created
Will be gone

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