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Mar 2018
Henna-Colored
there is a monk
his bed of rocks
i miss him
every time he talks

there is a monk
his box of oak
i've missed him
every time we spoke

there is a monk
his home of stone
i'll miss him
when i'm on my own
VV Lettish
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VV Lettish  26/M/Russia
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