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Me

Updated: Jul 16, 2024


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The trees, tall and silent

will exist after me.


The sea, endless, wet warmth

will be here after me.


Laughter, joys and sorrows

will keep happening after me.


The walls that surround me

will still stand after me.


Nothing will be left of me.


Not even me.



Alexandra Sotiropoulou




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