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Mar 2016
No need to ****
what is dead inside,
rats die in sewers,
when the flood comes,
and rivers go dry,
when the rain is undone,
and flowers bloom for butterflies,
only to be eaten by caterpillars,
sometimes you watch the time go by,
only to realize you went blind,
the world is a wild jungle,
you became cockroach to survive.
When life gives you lemons? BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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