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Nov 2021
The has been

He sits with his hand folded and unfolding
the only part of his body that moves
his face is in the shadow.
His eyes are watery and blank
he appears tired looking for the dream which escaped him.
Sadness cut deep lines in his face, that of a loserΒ΄s
a coward that never took the final step.
It doesnΒ΄t matter anymore; life cannot be re-lived.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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