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Jul 2014
Again at my house
some people call it home
yet I can't, cause I forgot
the true color of the walls
was it blue or was it gray
my blind eyes can't remember
through all the dust they only see
a tiny nook of light
where for a second I can breathe.

It's my little piece of furniture
my little piece of literature
my little piece of love.
Ivaylo Toskov
Written by
Ivaylo Toskov  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
     st64, Mary, Crumbled and Joseph Schneider
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