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Now I take the floor
Outside hardens the core
As I start to grow
I see the long way to go

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Truth of Life

Yearning for a gentle touch, a tight embrace, some generous phrases
A mundane, meaningless, muddied life, I lived through
But only when death embraced me, I earned plenty praises
Corpse, as I lay, immune to people and words that I never knew!