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to a friend online this moment

you ask me if i am

nowhere to be found

why am i nowhere

to be seen,

whether you lose me

whether i am lost

no, my friend,

i am always in this nook

mysterious as i want it

silently watching......

i like staying in this

corner where my

silence is comfortable

like some mildew

allow me to grow.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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