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Oct 2017
I'm bleak
I'm strange
I have no thought
My mind is lost a dark black blot
Fortune finds me then it leaves as picture of a breeze
Captured forever in my mind
Completely lost far in time
Understand that i have not of which i speak of which i thought
Do you keep in memory of yourself
Through forgotten memories of yourself
Do hate me love or all the same what is that inside your brain
Do speak with anger or with love
Are you kind and gentle as a dove
Are you lost in time
Or lost in sin
Do hate the world you are trapped in
Does you grow faster
Or does it stop
Do love yourself
Or do you not
My haze of anger i'm caught up in
Is like a dream of fortunes end
Self untiring thoughts that keep my mind settled
John Yuri Yasmirakov
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John Yuri Yasmirakov  122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
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