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Feb 2015
Should have stayed together when the walls were closing in and life had fleeting meaning. Climb up my jeans do not weep for the

L
o
s
t feeling.

The walls continue screaming,

un people

the brake still screeching.
the people, hearts still slowly beating

we keep on striking
on an empty book
no matches last match

The stammering  search for flame. Is freeing.

Fire
poem
B Young
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B Young  Philly endlesswanderjahr
(Philly endlesswanderjahr)   
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