Quite Winters

Quite Winters

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This is a poem I said when I visited the Neuengamme concentration camp in Hamburg during the closed hours around 5 or 6pm and went around the grounds. Each brick resonated the screams and horrors of the area and I recited it for the people who lost their lives in the camp.
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In times of solitude and despair I tend to drift away into a gloomy state, just thinking about how if, I could pen down these thoughts into words and document them for the purpose of reference and comfort. Dive in and have a field day about how vague but enticing my mind is and how much I can hide from the whole world._You are welcome to compliment.

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