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Poems freehand v.1
i look far away
i see the shadow
slowly coming in front
glaze of the eyes swallow me whole
whispering in tin air
cold breeze feels each of my veins
heart raising like in a horse race
i take deep breath
i close the eyes
mouth stuttering with...
i see the shadow
slowly coming in front
glaze of the eyes swallow me whole
whispering in tin air
cold breeze feels each of my veins
heart raising like in a horse race
i take deep breath
i close the eyes
mouth stuttering with...
