Poezie
Without a name
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Broken silences of summer,
mirrored in the falling rain,
easy nights of humid thinking,
all in vain.
I have listened to my friend,
without words, without a say,
pressure lifting off my forehead,
what a way!
This is me.
The new beginning, out of notebooks,
out of spells,
no more pain, fear, or terror,
just a face without a name.
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