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May 2014
I live i die, im all too human
very human, so human ive lost track
of what time it is

The duration of events between my  life and death
is it time? is it life? I'm living and clock's ticking
all the same, so humanly same

time has value, like its money
time is valuable, some formulae told me
time is money, and we run according to it
so human, so humanly insane.
A simple poem for a simple question
Basko
Written by
Basko  Kathmandu
(Kathmandu)   
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