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Jan 2022
Your heart sounds like
The rhythm of Me
In that old river across the forest,
In those shaky fingers
Playing on a false piano.
You think I am matching with the stars,
I am that  undiscovering Sun
Looking through an oak tree,
You lay there as a sleeping deer,
And I am the arrow;
Missing this life.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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