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Nov 2022
You’re the forest
in which I
wander, and I
get lost

You, me
us.
It reminds me of
driving with my
mom, we always
get lost.

Together, but also
alone, I
get lost

You take the map
from my hands,
no navigation
you won’t allow
any guidance;

and alone, I
get lost

In you, me
in us.
Ronin
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Ronin  19/F/The Netherlands
(19/F/The Netherlands)   
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