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Jan 2018
sparkling blue color
decades that remain to
remember me as your
day of week or when

the blinds are following
you down by this night
over the western hemisphere

your hand in our
last day as innocent
before misplaced futures
with being insideΒ Β 

do You ever feel fuming
on single trains
or near a seagull

I take place in large parts
contributing to the humors weather
finding reflections above
the unadorned feathered surface

thinking through not a glass;
today is a fine night
to cross a river.
Sophie Erlandsson
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Sophie Erlandsson  41/F
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