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HOARFROST ON RUST

Hoarfrost on rust

plays in happy leaps and breathing holes.




Life. Without reaching self-insights,

far behind

trying and searching.





Complacently pointing at a mirror.

Motivate me, you scream.





It's snowing softly with words everyone knows,

but this is not confirmed.




Now, before Spring starts again

with its tired ground and grayness:

A tangled stay.




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Publicerad 2026-02-28 05:27



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