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Jun 2020
A significant flow of thoughts are following each other
in a succession
of meaningless
I try to catch them
to make sense of my own mind
to clear the thick fog around the vocables.
They are fast, slipping through my fingers
and slowly become my worst enemy.
As they escape me
my mouth becomes a cemetery
with no visitors
Annachiara Naddeo
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Annachiara Naddeo  23/F/London
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