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Oct 2019
I can see you shying your sight away
Slowly shutting door, after door,
After door. I am standing farther
And farther – with every word I type
You look even smaller
And smaller. The grass was always greener
Much greener – over the rainbow,
Where you once took me, a long
Very long time ago.
Alexandra M Burlacu
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Alexandra M Burlacu
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