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Apr 2018
By now,
The seasons don't remember
Why now is not the time
For snowfall, in August
But August started it all

By now, all things are expected
But nothing is foreseen
Would I feel more affected
If the sidelines hadn't taken me in?

I hear you like a white noise
I feel you like a flatline
'Why' is a question I'll ask anytime
But 'what' is not worthwhile

Roots tangled firm as an oak tree
Wings like an eagle spread wide
Life never answered in full
Stops
Lost as it was in the extra time

By now the tingles are changing
The summer breeze freezes sensation to stone
Extremities breaking away from the anchor
The long August chill
Is bringing me home
AW
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AW  31/F/Utrecht
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