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my basement

instead of Alan

At that place
All kinds of junk are piled up
for decades,
my youth and
My old age is vibrating
secret garden
all flowers are in full
enduring the end of the world
time is saved
with my lip
with my ears
the breathing of my eyes
seesaw
love blossoms,
A new day on Earth is sprouting
my basement.
I am drawing the stairs
leading there

For you.
Written by yonahjeong0- (Yonah Jeong)
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