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Paperclip, Pencil,
Notebook and pen.

When will we be,
together again?

Under a cushion,
ontop of a shelf.

You have gone,
and lost yourself.

When you return,
I never will know.

You seem to be hidden,
in a thick gray snow.

Give me some time,
and I shall find you.

And no one will know
if your old or new.

When you are with me, I feel Alive yet at the same time I feel Dead Inside. You give me wings so I can fly but unbound me not from these chains I am tied.

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