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In the tearoom, we pretend to be good friends – in turn we bounceball our days If only I could make contact but with words, it doesn't work Our hands are close together We gaze outside it can't be explained although we understand And that already comes too close
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Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC
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In the tearoom, we pretend to be good friends – in turn we bounceball our days If only I could make contact but with words, it doesn't work Our hands are close together We gaze outside it can't be explained although we understand And that already comes too close
For CW #1 Collection "The migration"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC
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