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May 2018
The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
mirrors are laughing at me
things are ticking
in the echo of chaos
I spread
burning wings
suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
is shaping sadness
I feel so lonely
in my locked reality
Written by
Anna Banasiak
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