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The City
Are we awake? How am I supposed to keep on? Was it the fruit from the start? It played a part For goodness sake I wasn’t told this wind be this cold Changing times came and set me apart Leaving me with a heavy heart Outside they plunder empires But inside I stay and try to find words to say Just if the end of…
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The Fruit In My Hands
The first fruits are already sprouting in my garden. I can’t believe how quickly that went. A particularly large fruit is also included. I have to put it in both hands, that’s how big it is. A very exotic specimen, I tell to myself. It looks like a carrot in colour, but has the shape…