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Dec 2019
Pity is all that can be aspired.
Angst of the heart.
Insufficient for any one.
Never to repair this fear.
Value the seconds for they go.
Sorrow fills the glass to spill.
Life gives a challenge.
Overturns what you know.
Very unaware of the next page.
Everything please stop!
That is how I feel.
Written by
Norma
153
   Bogdan Dragos
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