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to a friend online this moment
you ask me if i am
nowhere to be found
why am i nowhere
to be seen,
whether you lose me
whether i am lost
no, my friend,
i am always in this nook
mysterious as i want it
silently watching......
i like staying in this
corner where my
silence is comfortable
like some mildew
allow me to grow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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