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Jun 2016
A black and white chess board
with only two pieces left fighting.

This is where I go, when I go.

A transparent room
with a transparent view of the earth
from above its crusty surface.

This is where I go, when I go.

A yellow cafรจ
where it's always midday
and the people serve heart pastries
for breakfast.

This is where I go, when I go.

Somewhere that let's me think
from an outsiders perspective.
Somewhere I don't have to live.

This is where I go, when I go.

Somewhere you don't exist,
where nobody exists,
where existence
isn't a generalised thing.

This is where I go, when I go.

*Someplace far away.
When I zone out.
Written by
Poetria  F/Pakistan
(F/Pakistan)   
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