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i wouldn't mind
living in a sealed box
if that would
help me focus
on my own path
i wish it is possible
to see only what's in front
as i can't imagine
living another day
picking up the broken pieces
of my fragile heart
whenever i see
golden apples
on shady trees
along their road
that i wish was mine



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