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Feb 2015
blank paper
only a coffee mark
can be seen in the lower corner
the sides are burnt
from your always lit cigarrette
the words
are vanished
you took them with you
left me with a
scorned
blank paper
Written by
O N N  Copenhagen
(Copenhagen)   
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