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the diary

blue,tatterred.
evidence of all travails..
bearing truth in its entrails..

profound joy,loss,pain,death.
resurrection.
spiders scaling it's milky-white bed.
a tired hand.a fond thought.
waiting ..waiting...until eternity.

shades of gray and red.
slices of curdled milk.
loving lines.
bent ,alert,writing...

a shot of spice.
and fear.

a tree, a bird..n'importe quoi...
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