It's almost evening my hair still looks like morning a long nothing day
Day 2707, looks like.
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Day 2706, still live.
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The dance is almost like a long summer over there's just a portrait
Day 2705, seems to be.
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The end seems to be falling slowly to a ground my decomposing
Day 2704, flew away.
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I still feel the sun on my wings who flew away there was no goodbye
Day 2703, sparkle in silence.
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Even the silence will have a color that rhymes so you can sparkle
Day 2702, waiting.
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Your old skin dying you cling to the source of life till it will leg go
Day 2701, Madusa.
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Floating in the air Like a hanging Madusa only wind moves you
Day 2700, fading.
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Reaching the last time my old hand closes still holds the colors fading
Day 2699, leaving.
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It feels like leaving when the green leafs fade away and the time counts down
Day 2698, what is left.
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After you have bloomed nature is still greeting you with that what is left
Day 2697, underneath.
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I looked underneath the details of dying life and saw only parts
Day 2685, wander.
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I wonder what drives wander around in me
the one I feel alone in nature
Is it the distance of open pastures
prey at the horizon your food
or are the clouds fleeting over
contrasting in silence the time you no longer feel
is it the contrast between thinking
and not
I wander
Day 2683, valley.
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It is a long time ago that I walked through those valleys where I saw the mountain I know so well I live much higher looking back close to a path to my top from here I can just see those valleys where I roamed in those pasts and wonder before I reach that maybe my top has another side another view valleys in between
Day 2643, catch me.
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Your needles feel like they want to catch me
Day 2639, expectations.
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I moved to another space, job, and time again with expectations on my side. Even though I didn’t spell them out, I knew what they were. But this ambiguity makes it difficult to feel my state of mind for now, I am here. It’s my age or time, getting closer to an end than a beginning. Expectation slowly shows its empty face after it already lost its words.
Day 2513, for a.
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If you are lucky you might stand still and look at the world for a long time after your summer
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