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Apr 2015
he probably made your heart melt
so i talk to the trees more often lately

i walk and talk
stare and walk

(looking/walking/seeking, without a goal
strolling along, but on my very own

iĀ , your warm body
there's a warm fireplace

becoming art
of your near grace

lighting my eyes
blinking, thinking
Long time ago, time to forget.
Darkness
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