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Apr 2018
i could be
incorporating zillion words to reel
at the combustion of my percevearance
of my contagious belief and clearance
but i wont
i am higher than imperfect ego
than the dirt iwas born to live inside
equal to the monument of thoughts of teachers
build inside this crumbling mind

discovering the glue to fix
discovering some time to make it beat
at least
a little bit
its my year im here
Kon Grin
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Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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