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there must be a place

A Poem by weaknight

There must be a place where the questions liveonce you have eleborated them.I see them flying, through the crowded citiesunder the gloomy skiesthrough..

it took me by the hand, the Joy

A Poem by weaknight

wrote it now. infinite loneliness

wine

A Poem by weaknight

again, english :/

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