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time of my life
in among the everywhere wonders
where I have held my days
and do
so I come to you
in your own colours
try to see
it’s
why we live and breathe
and flimsily the fabric
all apart in hands
everything built
is only a moment
it takes roses
to smell time
I always travelled
by means of a question
meant
to have an open heart
learning the world
was my work
shall we say
was all my work
and given
it’s hieroglyphic with adventures
of course I am lost in the story
and there’s this blank page we’re at now
it’s where we always start
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