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Feb 22
I am happy here,
even though deserted
I am happy here,
even here
without hope
nor fancy clothes,  
and clean sheets,  
Even here
without shelter,
In the abyss
of nowhere special
My own creation,
here in my head.
happily stranded,
Here all alone
and even here
without others
hands of applause
In fact forever wishing
rescuers never ever arrive.
At least, not for a while.
Written by
London Paris
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