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Dec 2020
The world was fluid
And I was solid as ice
It passed me slowly as I was rigidly stuck to the ceiling
A very old cresset
I was water, I was current
But now Im not.
Time has passed through me and left me dead.
Written by
Nazanin  25/F/Iran
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