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Hungry eyes Greedy hearts wanting to reach the horizon, Waiting to touch the skies. Knowing life is short Leaves not much to sport But to despise. Living on the edge failing To read the writing on the wall At misery's beck and call What is left to evade? Vastness of blind future Forces petitions, Never getting an ear. Days seem horrible, nights never end. O'boy! Despairs, rejections are finally out Releasing hopes from chains and Leaving by a search for latitudes.......
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
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Hungry eyes Greedy hearts wanting to reach the horizon, Waiting to touch the skies. Knowing life is short Leaves not much to sport But to despise. Living on the edge failing To read the writing on the wall At misery's beck and call What is left to evade? Vastness of blind future Forces petitions, Never getting an ear. Days seem horrible, nights never end. O'boy! Despairs, rejections are finally out Releasing hopes from chains and Leaving by a search for latitudes.......
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
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