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Back all alone.

For hours, weeks, and years

My heart is muddy like a river bed

Unwanted freedom - deep as well of fear -

Brings tears to my face.

I don't regret 

Down in the cold haze, movements are hidden. 

I feel a secret shadow on my skin - 

An amber gaze of autumn that has slidden

And laid on me, as heavy as death sin.

And here she comes!

She'll sit behind in quiet 

No anger, no regret, no love, no sound

Just silent words are coming to my mind: 

I hear you... - 

And nobody's around.

March, 2021


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