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Wooden table

Few words said over a wooden table with a dying flower in the middle. The objects we don't pay attention to, the seats and stories that were told before we sat down and blubbered the words we needed to - just to let go...

I was here before you were, my heart was broken, I'm fine on my own...

I love myself -

(I loved you more).

Just few words said over a wooden table with a dying flower in the middle -

stories longing.


- Alex Antally 🌸

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