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Jul 2018
What is it like?
To have a permanent place?
To have things stay where they are?
Making them collecting dusts sitting still.

From one to the other,
To the other then to the other.
I feel so lonely. So empty.
It feels like I need something, to get by.
But I don't know what.

- ponder
I had this one for quite a while, but never got around to put it up.
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