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Jan 2016
A mulish tread after another,
in a constant pace, ******, boring,
Indifferent to why, when or where,
Scorched by a violent hiss, prompting
another tread, another obsolete yard.
Oblivious to a world behind a glimpse,
were you not too blind to see
Nuno A S B Soares
Written by
Nuno A S B Soares  São Paulo
(São Paulo)   
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