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503 · Jul 2014
My little piece of love
Ivaylo Toskov Jul 2014
Again at my house
some people call it home
yet I can't, cause I forgot
the true color of the walls
was it blue or was it gray
my blind eyes can't remember
through all the dust they only see
a tiny nook of light
where for a second I can breathe.

It's my little piece of furniture
my little piece of literature
my little piece of love.

— The End —