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Dec 2020
Walled in
High at the
Top of a
Peak
I can tell all around

Peaking
From a
million windows
I can see just fine

I put
My ear
Down to the
Cold floor
I can hear every sound

Alone
I wait for them
To show their face
'Cause I can't see mine
No steppy on snek
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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   ---, coqueta and Solace
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