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Oct 2014
complete silence
everything is in.
no voice, sound, nothing,
take a listen..

white walls,
repeated shapes,
mainly squares,
inside them
an empty face.

and then another..

the day goes by,
then the next four
we wait,
anticipate

the little bit o' sunshine,
friday.
Written by
Momart
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   elouazzani kenza and Rose
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