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Delusion
Away from the crowd and rays of the sun
are the moments I cherish the most,
It is when, your wisdom
outbreaks from the dam of your lips,
which usually gurgles teases, jokes and laughter
(not intended for me, of course not)
you voice your
dreams and aspirations
painting a rainbow
on the dark night's sky,
and somewhere else aswell...
as well as your insecurities
in a sober expression...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 8:00 am
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