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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2026-03-18 | [This text should be read in romana] | I still can feel your hand over my body, your soft long hair falling on my pillow and your big blue eyes watching me, but you are just a memory. you even left your smell deep in my skin, how am I suposed to shower when you are just a memory? I d sell my soul for another hour for another minute just for another second with you, but you are just a memory. I can say that i have started with the begining, With the first man But for you i was another human coming from Adam and Eve And now I m just a memory
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