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by Mar 21, 2020

Stand still and wait... Poetry

Stand still and wait... Poetry

stand still and wait
this rope
is going down

my sense of pleight
is crumbling
falling under

before my eyes
an inch away
from touch

like lightning ball
colapses
through the night

i come
so other had
a chance to leave

somewhere
where staying
will be their mirth.

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