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Apr 2017
you told me once
that you were
seeing everything
from the top of a
mountain
and i wonder
if the cerulean air from
up there
fills your lungs
like a new day
and if the birds
live inside your dreams
like a museum
where their laughter
preserves the best
parts of you
the moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Written by
Azaria  26/F
(26/F)   
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