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May 2016
there is dust,
on my heart,
that is you.

the next days
will only
make
you layer.

like the cake,
mille-feuille,
only that's
inedible.

human's feeling is
a universe
that has
no limit.
you set it

or else how would
an entity
be so safe?
Written by
Pea
405
     ---, Rapunzoll, --- and Pea
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