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Jan 2020
Bare feet wanting to bury in the sand and ocean foam
but relentlessly feeling the ice cold marble in an endless room
Somber night glooms over even in daytime like the sun never rises from the east
and every morning feels like a recurring dream to reach for the stars and lay with the clouds
As if either the sea or the sky that owns my tranquility
Hana Burn
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Hana Burn  24/F
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