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21 Apr

Days In The Blackberries Field

everyone is gone
words spinning in front of me
and the air looks blurred
*
the useless letters
talking without a purpose
~ silence is golden
*
who cares about floor
the ceiling is high enough
~ in front of window
*
red cheeks in mirror
reminiscent of old days
~ beauty shines inside
*
my best friend and I
eyes criticize each other
a long road waiting

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