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the comfort of no wordsof silenceslowly
cracks in the facade showing themselvesrealizing the need to do the work, the hard work
it is easy to discuss and observegiving and receiving advice and concepts
all of it is useless in practicein realizationpieces of garbage smelling in the sun light
nothing can be fixedno hope can fixno one else can fix
nothing needs to be fixedbut there is still a dead body dead weightobscuring the sight
if you need to go ’there’ to find ‘here’ thenthis will be a long winter…