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May 2018
You choose to stay still,
But You confused with the silence.
You choose to peer with the wind,
Make the wind as one of your bests.
But You hated its cold.
You choose to run with your own feet,
But You complained to the Sun.

Still with you and the displeasure.
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Expirl05
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     Hiruni Nimasha, A Simillacrum and Aemr
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