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Feb 2017
on sunday it was snowing.
the last goodbye was said
and the train was boarded.
there were snowflakes in my eyes
as i climbed the floors in my building
breathless from the cold

now it's tuesday
moisture is condensing again
instead of releasing to snowflakes
it corrodes the earth.
a sort of poetry blog
lirau
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lirau  China
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