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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The days are gone ... (That’s what the first thought I had this morning) The feeling of emptiness had gotten slowly into my heart again.... -
Not that I understood what a "wink" meant when I open my correspondence that day at a community where I have a profile, but I ch...
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