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If you want to know where I was, or why I'm slightly
late
I was a place that I couldnÕt see or try to
contemplate
No architect ever planned the sight, or built it from
the ground
You will hear nothing in the air, nothing has no sound
No children, sleeping in their rooms, are forced to
clean the mess
No signs to mark the names of streets, because thereÕs
no address
When dusk comes and the dark comes in, there is no
trace of light
No place has no space and time, not even day or night
No people congregating there, with no food to cook
No eyes to see the scenery, nothing in which to look
So, if you can not find me, or if you even care
I'm in a place that never was, and I was never there.

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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