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Jan 2021
The grey increased in my hair,
More words I get,
Words to go for the best,
Did I ever settle for less?

I shoved through sixteen,
I fantasised 18 for perfect things,
It came with uncertainties.

Uncertainties came with rules,
Rules for each corner of my room,
Rules that could still not work for me
But you,
But I have to live through all uncertainties,
To drop my rule.
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Itunu  F
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   Bogdan Dragos
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