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Nov 2017
Shards strike C-minor on the marble, I
step slowly, on tip toes, ever so lightly, I
fly on feet above flickering flecks, I
will not wallow where what traps lay, I
am after something bigger, something stronger,
something solid and not see-through, and
I will become something.
Written by
Srirachasauce  Bangkok
(Bangkok)   
272
   Lior Gavra
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