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Dec 2013
The words that escape from my mouth
are nothing but negative
words so uncouth
they make any soul grief

When I sit alone
my thoughts become a puddled mess
where good things drown
while the others infest

Not long after
I begin to wonder
why away people
start to wander

And then it hits me
why would anyone choose to waste
all their precious time around
a somber and lonely pessimist?
Martin Illy
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Martin Illy  singapore
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