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Sunday, September 23, 2012



Daring to believe that he could
Even so unquenchable
The world will try another level
Besides how cans a mere prayer,
Preparation is worth many times
The verse in another tone unattainable
And the weight of a life sometimes implausible
Deal with anything rude harvest
And every step I try another destination
The world is drawn in breviary
And the wind that is plaguing me is lurid,
Repeating each decoy, customary,
The dream where, in vain, and try me whole,
Breaks a yearning graph...


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