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Mar 2017
Poets, you are my people
I tried to pretend not
But here we are
you and I

Tea in a cup
Dishes stacked up
Books, sleeping on the table

Observations of dust and sound
smell and feeling
Too many cats

We are one
Standing in our gardens,
attacked by awareness
Written by
Cinzia  112/F/WA
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