Day become yesterday. As the other ways
You're increasingly aware from losses. Front of
There no home for rest. Feeling guilty
Heaviest on the back body is your womb
Second's backward inched. Various sighs touching
On line of memories in form a murmured:
With shadows I'm dealing
Which is different. But I like their
(Maja,2016)
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