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Oct 2014
The sun went down today
with no passing thought.

Day of birth signifies nothing
when no one is around.

Humans do not wander around my home.

But the waking birds sing songs of my birth,
everyday alone.
pt 1
Kenshō
Written by
Kenshō  M
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