like a shadow which is not mine
fallowing me since longer
flashing in my thoughts
a blurry image from my youth
joyful sadness—an stigma
I've tried to leave it there in the past
but it returns, many times
and steady, many times…
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suddenly everything became shadowy, a blurry white dust covered the roofs and the trees and the landscape went brighter, the shado...
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