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Snave Apr 2017
Like a confetti of flies trouble arise.

People come against like a plague of locust
Sparkled tear gleaming to nirvana’s kindness

The stupendous unfitting of my unenterprising, undignified soul, frigid memories takes a toll, expectations of seed unplanted by the waste said I stand daunted   and lost.

— The End —