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The roof the fiddler played on
Poems
Oct 2020
Untitled
At first there was so much, then so little
It was no wonder why.
I felt I was to lie
down
next to
dreams that'll die a slow death tonight.
But I am born again through them in a new life
I am still alive, Aren't I?
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The roof the fiddler played on
28/M/Minnesota
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