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Jul 2014
Hide me from these false hopes of life cycles
for they are tempting quietude.

I don't care who I was in my previous life,
as long as I can make this one work.

Take away these choirs of chaos,
for they become mad kings.
And I refuse to be their hymn.
I don't know where I am going.
rained-on parade
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rained-on parade  Sheffield, England
(Sheffield, England)   
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