May 2020
Not talking
walking
just
here
doing nothing,
closed, my
eyes turn inward
and look out on
an inner universe,
if this is death
then
it's quite a busy place.
walking
just
here
doing nothing,
closed, my
eyes turn inward
and look out on
an inner universe,
if this is death
then
it's quite a busy place.
(69/Here and now)
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