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Apr 2013
The man sits in his bed after a long period of sleep.
He tries to jink his mind, that tries to convince him since then.
His mind is persistent, like a jailer, it has the job facilitaded by bars.
But the man knows his spirit is free.
He just has to find a common road
A road of eternity.
   Zulma and Anderson M
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