Woods: Isolation branches, hidden shadows digging in silence, growing, moving away from myself, dingy smell his stamp.
I don't know when the mirror broke, but I started to see through it.
Lying on my bed, I close my eyes, it seems like i'm sleeping, open my eyes and the light is dim, close my eyes and open them again, i'm dreaming, but it's not a common dream, I have to run away, I wish just disappear when I open it the eyes, still awake, this is still here, in silence.
M.
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