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The Writer’s Palindrome

In the silent living room
Where I silent living do
Chilly air and quiet sin
Outside roaring metal kin

Ticking clocks abiding time
Ticking mind abiding mine
Storm to rest, now lying calm
Calmly writing, lying palm

Seeking truth, yet running from
That’s the Writer’s Palindrome

Verwandt: Gedichte

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