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Myself
Myself;
A small anxious shadow
In search of a perfect place.
I slipped asleep.
Endless walls, Black road
Walking through a maze.
Under a sheet, eyes flying,
I stopped toward a perfect dawn.
Myself;
Perfect.
A small anxious shadow
In search of a perfect place.
I slipped asleep.
Endless walls, Black road
Walking through a maze.
Under a sheet, eyes flying,
I stopped toward a perfect dawn.
Myself;
Perfect.
Published 9th Jan 2015
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9th Jan 2015 8:04am
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