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May 2013
it's 2 AM and i've eaten a little too much
the cold is creeping in slowly
and sleep is quite a ways off
a cup of tea would have been nice
i shan't give in to temptation anymore
i thought.
but what's the point of restraint
if nothing is permanent?
what's the point of life
when death is so sure of itself?
the night wears on
and grows colder with each passing thought
it's coldest
just before sunrise
but i didn't notice
since I'm already fast asleep.
Khidir Osman
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Khidir Osman  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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