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Aug 2017
Like the darkness, let me caress you softly
Like this water, let me hold you gently
In the light of this windowless room you stand
Irresistible, weak, and bare
Mind open to all of the imagination
If only to come closer and step inside
If only to oil the gears and see what makes you tick
It doesn't have to make sense to me for it to make sense to a reader. Strange how that works.
Astra Zenneth
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