i am writing this in a notepad in the house of death

peering out of windows and through cracks in the wall

to catch a glimpse and make sure that there is still life
outside the house of death to remember what it was like at home
in the rainstorm , in the abrupt to glimpse the sky and escape the fact
that i am thinking about you endlessly.

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