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Arthur Vaso Mar 2017
How
I live
I know not why
I breathe
I see the sky

My heart has long ago died

I am here for why?
Or faded to sky
Who cares?
A heart that does not fly

Changing universe

How?
















How do I keep on living?
How does one live, if one knows not how to die?

— The End —