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I Returned All

I returned all, what belongs to you I do not need anything. Anything, anymore. My sentence gets dispersed, disturbed And a face I see there, Smiling back. Still unknown, still hazy, still forming Words also sweat like humans. Folded in old, worn out threads.

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