a long constant rain
a deep lonely vein
a solely marwa evening
missing you...
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...i think... i feel... i write... it's never final till i die. And it will be the last, what will be written before i die but not the final... so basically these are just notes, meanwhile...
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four lines...
a picture...
an image..
so known..
so felt..
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