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My body is A bag of broken promises A sachet of secrets. My complicated past Is still a joyful pain. Memories flutter the heart And readily become brain *** The fag-ash dewdrops On the sands of time To arise phoenix -like. I ask myself : When will you get peace Seek truce with past time To start anew ?
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
TRUCE
My body is A bag of broken promises A sachet of secrets. My complicated past Is still a joyful pain. Memories flutter the heart And readily become brain *** The fag-ash dewdrops On the sands of time To arise phoenix -like. I ask myself : When will you get peace Seek truce with past time To start anew ?
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
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