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Mila, 18, I live in southern Serbia. Poetry is my passion.

Joined: February 2021 Last seen: 3 years ago

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Leave We're not the same, move your hand from my shoulder. I'm sorry to be the one to say it- This isn't going anywhere. I dream of big cities and big beaches, of ice cream on hot summer nights, of summer rains and big black cars. You dream of mountains,... – *by Mila*	8 Views added 3 years ago	Rating

We're not the same,
move your hand from my shoulder.
I'm sorry to be the one to say it-
This isn't going anywhere.
I dream of big cities and big beaches,
of ice cream on hot summer nights,
of summer rains and big black cars.
You dream of mountains,...

– by Mila

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