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Oct 2018
Hope is dead,
and it's been for a while.
Only illusion of happiness lurks in the sky.
I dreamt of future, full of joy,
but have to live with what i've got.
Lately, was i hungry for a wise men talk,
collected jewels of human thought,
but now, the years have drained it all
and the gossip of fools is all i want.
Farook Suyarov
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Farook Suyarov  27/M/Fergana
(27/M/Fergana)   
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