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February 6, 2012

There is this beach inside my head

Where I sit content and calm

Cuddling with my loneliness

Till someone throws a Frisbee at me

Open up a little, will you?

An advice I sometimes catch

And write it down on sand.

If I am a door, I am ajar

If I am a jar, I am without lid

If I am a lid, I am broken.

I get up, I step out

Adding one more to the crowd

While this sun shines through me

And my loneliness makes shadow puppets.

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