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Mar 5
We clearly see the illusion of material things.
We simply choose to ignore it,
hoping for getting approval from above.

It doesn't matter how high we think of ourselves,
how high we hold our heads.
At the end of the day,
we are equally invisible to the night.
Piotr Balkus
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Piotr Balkus  39/M/United Kingdom
(39/M/United Kingdom)   
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