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 Oct 2017
F Edward
colours are changing
dying branches grab at air
as they become bare
 Oct 2017
F Edward
words are currencies
i'm richer than a banker
typing at twilight
 Oct 2017
F Edward
it's been a long road
how much further is there left
i'm already tired
 Oct 2017
F Edward
i tumble around
in this poetical haze
what am i doing?
 Oct 2017
F Edward
on the cold hard floor
i am dreaming of rising
way above them all.

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