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Jan 2015
I feel that to write
I cannot go on
For now, my time, I do not know
I could be gone
Or I could be home
A speech of such loss
Of words, of lust
It is lost, absent for good
A paperweight on your coffee table
The letters on my wall
I feel that to speak
I cannot, to you, anymore
Many more years from now
Has no meaning at all
For the moment, in my room
There are no more thoughts
For the day, it is over,
The evening will forever be
Written by
Chloé  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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