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Can you hear it?
Would you repeat?
When they conquer the dark night,
I still fear it 

Cold breeze
My heart in freeze
They are running after me
They are like shadows that follows me

It felt like in a surreal dream
A non-stop rolling film
That I want to trim.
© Scion Marion,
книга «Oblivescence».
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