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Apr 2014
In an effort
To seperate himself
From his his
Agonising loneliness
He pursues his echo
From the burning wildernesss
He knows that one day
His pain will dissolve into redemption
But he can't face
his immediate existence
but life isn't one date
That leaves you at the cinema to wait
That's just something that didn't
go your way...Tomorrow as they say
It's just another day.
From 6th line the order of syllables as much as convention dictates the ordination 4 being mid-sentence with 4 syllable last line and first
Cliffy Buglione
Written by
Cliffy Buglione  north london
(north london)   
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