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Alexander OConnor
Just here to learn to write.
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Alexander OConnor
Just here to learn to write.
Just here to learn to write.
Just here to learn to write.
I open my eyes,
But I do not see.
My vision, long gone.
Robbed so long ago.
I smell the bread of the bakery, fresh and decadent.
I feel the velveteen coat of felines.
I taste the sweetness of Swiss chocolate.
I hear the music in the streets, played by the band.
Perhaps I cannot see,
But I still feel....