Poezie
Inter-changeability
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Mediu
Lakes of tar beneath my feet,
Blazing lights cutting the sky.
While I see my willow weep,
In my mind I want to die.
I am carried by the wind,
Feel and taste are distant past.
No more love or hate or blood,
From hard ash I am now cast.
Fields of memories I see,
Try to grasp,but out of reach.
Just one feeling to take with me,
In the Nothing filled with bleach.
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