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Everything outside
wrapped in mist,
inside covered by mist
of memories piled
up, pain mixed
with pleasure
and doubts
folding certainties.
I am all flakes of snow
falling all over
not needing to hold
together
my fragments of
freedom
from the tyranny
of convention.
Let the mist grow
to disappear.
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