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Nov 2016
I don't think I can finish this
until life finishes it for me
I stay late every night towards
a deadend, weakened enough
to collide with another day

Feel like catching something but
who cares about your poems?
I think of the same as I lie down
Forget it then, but I know they will stay up
until I come back in another day

Nov 23, 2016
Henri Words
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Henri Words  Sydney, Australia
(Sydney, Australia)   
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   sunprincess
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