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  Nov 29 Mariya
Peter Garrett
Loving you is the
One stupid idea that
I'll never regret having
How could I ever do so...?
  Nov 18 Mariya
Cassandra
I brushed off the old dust,
I let in the bright morning sun.
I pierced into the deep solar glare,
I undid the senile spurn.

I tied my scrawny hair back,
I felt the wet leaves of the fern.

My eyelids shut closed as I took in,
the stale smell of mouldy wood and of rusted tin.
I put together compartments of paper boxes,
I made my way around the barren room,
I felt the air brush past my skin
I opened the door and I let the world quietly step in.
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