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A barrel of 42 gun is Almost on the edges Of shooting the last bullet. The life I have lived so far is unknown With some twists, dead ends And some blossomed flowers Before falling down from the edges. I am looking forward to the next ticking Clock to move and Add the next seconds. Maybe tomorrow brings something new.
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
On the age of 42
A barrel of 42 gun is Almost on the edges Of shooting the last bullet. The life I have lived so far is unknown With some twists, dead ends And some blossomed flowers Before falling down from the edges. I am looking forward to the next ticking Clock to move and Add the next seconds. Maybe tomorrow brings something new.
I am still searching for the next life endeavor.
Jobira
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
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