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Sep 7
Is my life a tiptop in the wooden floor?
Or is it a slam on an open door?
Have I pour it out intentionally?
Or have I act as if I'm a weak tree?
My mind put a dare in front of me
Filling what's lacking as if my enemy
It's definitely some sort of horror
But is my walk at stake, I'm not sure
I see questions come and go
In the night sky, in the wind blow
Mark Rubilla
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Mark Rubilla
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