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Oct 2022
The distance is as large as the pain it causes
I sit in the half-dark and my heart, it pauses
I find myself wishing for things I have but have not
Iā€™d explain this confusion, how much time have you got
How can one find routine in the unpredictable rhyme
Of a lover that leaves and comes back every time
Written by
Raika Parzella  28/F/Germany
(28/F/Germany)   
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