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Jan 2018
Some days no words worthwhile wasteland
of a page before me barely
will to carry on weather
report mental fog emotions
on the ebb the moving
finger writes not so much
wit unawake more
pathos less
piety bereft
of self empty
vessel
Cinzia
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Cinzia  112/F/WA
(112/F/WA)   
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