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Mar 9
Immersed in the poetry of a busy mind,
Words are forgotten but are not lost.

Tread them lightly,
Piece by piece.

Nothing begins, nothing ends.
These swarming thoughts are clouding.
The train has left,
Perhaps, you should too.
Written by
Alieze
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   BR Dragos
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