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Dec 2018
He sits next to me
Awaiting the life
of simplicity
Among the thoughts of
nothingness into eternity
His eyes locked
with a chain made of
blue iris with
waves behind it.  
I wonder if I
think as much as him
about how close life is
to life before we die
Written by
Constantia  20/F
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