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Oct 2019
Still life may be silent, may be violent,
May be a green sight, may be a street light,
MayΒ be the nature's scent, or maybe it's cement,
May be moving, or maybe it's never evolving,
May be repeating, mayΒ be remaining,
Or maybe what's still is justΒ an idyll
And life is not meant to feel,
Just to fill, fill, fill...
Until life's still.
Written by
Benyamin Bensalah  27/M/Algeria / Hungary
(27/M/Algeria / Hungary)   
   laura and Molly
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