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Oct 2016
The preachers rant I do practice disgrace of class,
The enjoyers mock I walk on soft ways of class.

Jewels here and flowers there in this garden,
Makes it difficult to maintain a gaze of class.

Hearts, who're illuminated by faith (strong and weak) ,
Compared to wealth: dust is each golden-place of class.

There is so much talking contained with pride and lies,
That just the eloquence of silence stays of class.

Ruyรข'รฎ is at peace, but is also saddened,
That sorrow-nights arrive after sweet days of class.
Ceyhun Mahi
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Ceyhun Mahi  25/M/Netherlands
(25/M/Netherlands)   
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