Poezie
lucidity
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Mediu
this cold unfriendly wall
I lean my thoughts against
blind fingers searching for limits
that\'s just another unwanted overdose of life
I feel my hands my arms
aware again of that heart
beating somewhere outside my body
I walk in this city
deprived of identity
pickpocketed
with memories scattered behind me
through people wearing identical masks
but never we seek the dead end
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