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Sunday 8 November 2015

"Your eyes close with my dreams"


Sometimes I become you without even knowing, 
When you were desperately turning pages in the middle of the night,
while still thinking about committing suicide
because without me, you felt your life had ended.

Sometimes I become you without even knowing,

When you sit opposite me and write and write and write,
Without ever raising your eyes to look at me.
And I feel glad that you didn't kill yourself that night!

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