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How You See Me

Self-blame by Anastasiia Grygorieva, 2016

Like a stone
On a hill
That is how you see me.

Like a bug
On a plant
That is how you see me.

Like an anchor
On the shore
That is how you see me.

Like a needle
That pricks your finger
That is how you see me.

Is that how I see?

PK.K.M.


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