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Jul 2014
I'm looking through my dusty window
out to a crowded place,
with people walking around like ants
gathering in a foreign space.

I'm looking up my empty room
which glares with bitter eyes,
the stories about me feeling home
spotted as simple lies.

I'm  looking at my flubbed life
and all the traces which remain,
not sure if everything I did enjoy
outweighs the taken pain.
Bernhard Tischler
Written by
Bernhard Tischler  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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