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Oct 2018
My mind seeks
for serenity, yet
it does not
occur to me …

My tired body yearns
for a rest, yet
it does not
happen to me …

Silence…
In all its forms
I want to possess
Maybe in eventual death
Such will finally come to me.
Written by
marvin m brato
  230
   Lewis McCleod and Kalliope
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