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A bygone station

A note to God

Strangers who used to be friends

Nobodies who used to be somebodies.

And in the mirror,is the apparition of the unfamiliar.

All I have is a public privacy and a dozen of Everybody’s secrets.

In the sleepless nights I imbibe the reciprocating irony of uniqueness in oneness.

Love..heal me.

By Blog of changes

Dying.Discovering.Differentiating

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