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Jun 2019
There is this sense of home,
Where it feels like a doormat was
Placed under my feet & I’m able to walk bare
            & Feel free.
         This is when the ongoing noise that rushes
in like currents drowns out in the background, and no static is left into the land of peace.

   All I hear is the sighs, the morsel of a hum, and your clock spinning & echoing like a drum.

I feel at ease & nothing no longer consumes me.
Written by
Lonerblues  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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