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Jun 2013
suddenly, I understand
or at least, I think I do
it's all a terrific joke
we all laugh on the foresight
of our iminent end

"Future... what future?"
What do they know?
Absolutely nothing
I'm not alone
I have my shadow
and when the hour comes
we'll laugh ourselves to tears.

No future for us.
Victor Lampert
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Victor Lampert  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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