Poezie
Indoors
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Mediu
in here
the light is soft
as filtered through albumen
it smells wild flowers
everywhere
although the cigarette
lose its bluish soul in the ashtray
in here
I could sit
among the shades of darkness
as wearing
a translucent cocoon
and waiting to be able to fly
just like a word gently suffering
from derivation
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