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Aug 2016
Life
so delicate,
short,
what's the point?

We live, die
suffer, hurt
and why?

To love?
I cannot love
for I loved
too many.

To laugh?
I do not laugh
for I laughed
too often
and lost it all.
unfinished
George Stark
Written by
George Stark  Sacramento, CA
(Sacramento, CA)   
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