This secluded grove we’ve planted
far away from raucous roads
in the former plot of our buried bones
is starting to sprout and bloom
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Coexistence
I coexist with the World,
we cross at times,
we share seasons and spaces,
but hold loose ties,
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Real Fake World
Living in a fake world, I’ve almost forgot
a place beyond my head exists and its inhabitants change,
but I can put down that real world whenever I want.
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different faces 