Appendix - EF
Three persons have occupied certain
Slots of my mind for some time now
Some times my stomach hurts I want them to disappear
Or at least move on to the not so present slots
Oh my body is so so empty
My heart is drained of all it's contents
Woke up to early this time
It's finally Winter
But no snow I can't even touch my heart
Let go of all the restrictions
Empty catering lounge in the George Orwell building
Let go of all restrictions
Finally Winter outside
To suit the Winter inside
It's all a blur to me
A blur to me
It's the feeling that conquers
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