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breakfast with a view on our garden

Drinking milk
through a glass straw,
I saw
how sad I was
for the apples we lost.

Feeding milk to my baby boy
I enjoy
silky skin and a big pancake
for the sake
of being alive

but still,
I rethink of the apples
and the shame for
not having being there
where I promised to care.

How many days again
of pure joy
will I throw away?
I will try and dream
of a better yesterday.


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