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Nov 2019
I keep on searching
But my pocket is empty
There’s a hole at the bottom

What a mess

Words all over the floor
Letters spilled in the kitchen sink
Thoughts in the bathtub playing
hide and seek

Nothing left

Today I won’t write anything

I need words to soothe my soul
Nurture my heart
Heal my wounds

I want to write to thank you

Soon

I’ll try again

But, not today
Anya
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Anya  25/F/London
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