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Apr 2013
There were words that were heard,
never to say a word,
you were not allowed to be moved.

Why do you say all that you
do, and want and wish?

Why are you still giving, all
the things that we do not
want you to say?

I am lying here, laying
on the road
of unrelated resolutions.

Unre-
movable passion to learn and need and desire
to crave all that has ever moved
between
stars and
moons.

Afar.
Written by
Sofia
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