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The empty shell
Sometimes I forget to breathe
In this solitude
I try hard to remember
My way back home
Maybe I never had
My own nest
I just borrowed
The others'
As a young cuckoo
Sick with Alzheimer
Snow clears the shadows
And any trace
Of heavy steps
So I can not return
At my shell
With rancid curtains
From a cobweb
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