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Sep 2015
It is almost like the life that you are,
the tears that you tear apart
in your humble momentary stay,
disappear before you
and then you become someone else,
you become someone's new–
the apple of their eye

and when you are the happiest,
they die.
Rakha
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Rakha  23/Wollongong, NSW
(23/Wollongong, NSW)   
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