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Am I still the same?

Soft napkin the floor is touching


White and forgotten on the ocean's bottom
As my second untouched soul
As my life is searching an unsigned tool
Marbled and cold at the maximum level
That empty sound to hear, can I be able?
Arrangements in squares or circles
Build your mind by the crosswords
Like a balloon reaching for the vivid sky,
Moving my body like the robot arms, but why?
Changing my thought as a leave of a tree,
Closing my heart in a chest, so I can't see;
Still chasing the past like a savage creature…
You can't blame me for this strange feature.

18 February 2009
Ana-Maria B.