Doubtful
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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A step forward, then a pause.
The ground feels unsteady,
though it has never moved before.
The wind whispers, but is it calling
or simply passing by?
The stars flicker-signals or accidents?
Each thought folds into itself,
a paper crane with broken wings,
too fragile to fly, too restless to be still.
The night does not answer.
The day does not explain.
And so, I wait,
caught between belief and retreat.
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