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Posted On: April 29th 2026, 12:41 pm
In a box
I wait.
The wind blows
winter away;
I am
still, a dolmen
for greed:
I speak, I answer,
I smile
sorrow inside
(just to see
three dimes)
I wait.
The wind blows
winter away;
I am
still, a dolmen
for greed:
I speak, I answer,
I smile
sorrow inside
(just to see
three dimes)
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