February, 7th

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i dreamt about deep black hole and a rotten rope,

i dreamt about wooden table with broken leg and a heavy pouring rain,

i dreamt about unpicked phone calls and strands of hair belong to no one,

i dreamt about a quiet reach and i wasn't there,

i dreamt about the sky within a stretch and i did not die.

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