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You have your own story, made of words only you can understand . Everything has a meaning that you may or may not understand. Its just that - 'even small things matter'
Wonder alone
When I opened my eyes
Light wasn't the thing I found ,
The crow was sitting on the windowsill
And the stars were out .
Silence, a word I never experienced
With this beating heavy heart
And difficult long breaths
I wondered and wondered all alone
-zea
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