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Apr 2014
Coin laying, metallic cold
Heavy, covering the eye lids
Cheap, this one ticket is sold
Quick, as his hurry bids.

This privilege I must attain,
Will my life be in vain?
I seek for meaning almost as hard as I seek termination. One of these days, such was shown.
Frederico Coelho Reis
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Frederico Coelho Reis  Portugal
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