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we the fragile                                                    

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THERE ARE NO
                                                              ­      GREAT MEN

ANYMORE

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we wander

We call it       Our
               Given   Destiny !

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We carry our         Suit cases
Of emotions !

( our Sensitive feelings ! )

From

Old hotel to old hotel

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We treat each other as

Mere Possession

To

BUY AND TO SELL

Tattered baggage

Strewn across the deserted trail

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When it's over      .....  (?)

Well ..... (!)

The story falters as we fall down

And like LOOTERS

or LOVERS

We pick up the broken pieces

From off the ground