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novalis
1 min readNov 26, 2017

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Gradually, you lose faith in people

And institutions. Days pass, exactly like

Other days that have passed.

Mozart in C major. Beige keys. A scale

You’ve practiced before. Your parents

Prepare a fire for your arrival. It is cold

Outside. You can hardly admit to them

How afraid you are.

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