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Monday, October 1, 2012



I do not see any chance of succeeding
Surely the suffering in outcome
Expresses what the future traced
And it every step I desert
Where could be closer,
Life shows a crude and fragile face
Whose every moment showed
The world discovered meaningless.
I could not be happier. Doing what?
Looking for your eyes, but where?
The sparkles are just fireflies,
And I seek thee in peace,
Only what life certainly cries out
Translates into your everyday whining...


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