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Dec 2019
I've been occupied
seeking the meaning of life,

reading it was forty-five
now, it doesn't matter,

so bare is the matter
I don't count the stars,

not even the scars
anymore.
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Hello Prolly  M
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     shamamama, Eloisa and Bogdan Dragos
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