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Feb 2018
Two faces, carefully listened to

They like to have a conversation

Get up early in the morning

Go around the maze of everyday life

Its corridors

Not much blood coming from the finger

Blurred eyes

You cannot enter the place

Twisted into paper and frost

Coldness is coming and coming

Cheeks enclosed with thoughts

The head bows from elation

Mouth filled with exhaustion to contend...
Gabriel Yale
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