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The Randomness of things is inexcusable How randomly we meet and part our ways We fall apart estranged from what we loved For no reason at all and no governing rules Fresh meat becomes Leftovers of tomorrow Fresh love is turned into a surge of pain The randomness of days is inexcusable How randomly the night steals us away And never to return from its mysterious depth our eyes get adjusted to the dark
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Nov 23, 2009
Nov 23, 2009 at 9:22 AM UTC
Randomness of Insomnialand (Nov 22, Montevideo, URUGUAY)
The Randomness of things is inexcusable How randomly we meet and part our ways We fall apart estranged from what we loved For no reason at all and no governing rules Fresh meat becomes Leftovers of tomorrow Fresh love is turned into a surge of pain The randomness of days is inexcusable How randomly the night steals us away And never to return from its mysterious depth our eyes get adjusted to the dark
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veronica-pamoukaghlian
Uruguayan
Nov 23, 2009
Nov 23, 2009 at 9:22 AM UTC
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