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Apr 2018
I am looking at it
but I do not
recognise it.

I am touching it
but its texture
is unknown to me.

I am smelling it
but its scent
is foreign to me.

I listen to it
but its sound
means nothing to me.

I talk to it
but realise
how foolish
that is.
Written by
Sonja G N Gallhofer  F
(F)   
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       ---, Tiana Marie, Kris Balubar, J, Weeping willow and 3 others
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