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Jun 2017
I hear their echo…

they’re running through my world

in the inner Jerusalem

the faces scatter

like the broken vessels

I wear a cage in myself

in the clothes

of memory

silence overwhelms

in the trains

of thoughts

doors without exit

everywhere

the trains are hiding

in my dreams
Written by
Anna Banasiak
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