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Oct 2014
slowly, slowly
they start to pile up
i have no courage anymore,
and fear has arrived

my poems are locked up in a cell
and i have lost the key
i have been looking for a spare
but i have no light to see

**the drought season has come
and i have run dry
i have reached the season.
lulu
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