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Feb 2017
a day
                                                             ­                   a night
                                                           ­                     along the light
                                                           ­                    I saw my self go slight


tremendously down
like wayfarer missing their hometown
and the sickness **** them by their own


                                                         the dog bark
                                                         the duck quack
                                                         the frog croack
                                                      
   but i'm still freezing under the oak
   and i'm not finally fine nor OK
Written by
Ciresta A Soejoed
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