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Nov 2020
I have two questions for you
One in the beginning, one in the end
Sometimes you feel that the most
If not the only certain thing in this life
Is the death, right?
Yet, you keep pretending that it is not
Better yet, you keep pretending that
Your little, stupid possessions
Appetites, imaginations
Plans, expectations
Wishes and even hallucinations
Are more concrete, more real, more certain
Than anything else, including the death
Now comes my second question
Why only sometimes?
Written by
labyrinth  53/M/Istanbul
(53/M/Istanbul)   
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   Eli
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