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Sep 2018
The dust and sounds echo the spheres
My eyes turn to ashes
No one stands, no one hears
Some sort of a nightmare!
It is my childhood who goes around the guards
A shade of mine in a never experienced corner

I am still alive with stones in my hands
Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
27Aug. 2018
Written by
amirshahriar  49/M
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