Varga Borbála
36 wire
i tried to address you a hundred times
but there was noone at the end of line

you proved me qith the absence of your every word
the one i thought to be is just a quirk

an illusion of me made up in a dream
a part of self imagined out

the faith i have been trusted in
is rolling around in swirling cloud
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