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#Page 2: The Vase
The Vase I told myself lies. The night is like a black cloth Owls hooting And winter is coming, my mum said. I left my vase on the table. I told myself lies. A restless old storm I was scared when the rain tired the roof of the house. I called for spring, but my whistle was useless. My vase is like my face I've been abandoned I told myself lies Mehmet Karafilm
- Chain
- EVM
- Network
- Ethereum
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- 0x9a0e5198aa188b87a13541d160af5559e9abb4b6
- Token ID
- 2
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