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Feb 2016
The regret of the mourners,
Eons of gratitude not-shown to the living.  
The false happiness of the greedy,
The unknown joy of contentment.

You were alone,
But not lonely.
Another was lonely and alone.
You both craved for more.


Now I hear the hurt in your laughter;
Now I see the pain in your smile.
Now I see the courage that you fly;
And I hope that one day you will be alright.
I can smell the blood in veins...
Dexter Terzungwe
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Dexter Terzungwe  35/M/Saint Petersburg, Russia
(35/M/Saint Petersburg, Russia)   
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