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Aug 2013
Inhale exhale, I walked outside
The water is gone dry
Dreams fade in an  isolation
1 step at a time, schedules are untrace

Take a better look at a mirror
You can see the eyes of the mustache
Changing faces, changing fonts
All is well is in their cases

The world is talking aloud
With brown shading in the concepts
All colors exist but silence makes a camp
How can I swim and ignore it?

Youth, can you see the grace?
Uprooted while the bad things sneaked in
Hope now for this is able
Dont let sin **** you in your moments
Mark Rubilla
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