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Small bubbles of white paint

She never saw it coming
Lying there, counting the
Dots on the ceiling.
Small bubbles, made out
Of white paint.
She suddenly realised,
Something standing in the
Corner of the eye.
Black, was the colour she
There after saw.




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Publicerad 2017-11-05 18:50



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