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pathetic
 

I know not what tomorrow will deliver
Nevertheless I keep sending pathetic letters
Still not writing those letters would be absurd
Locked words and thoughts are stealth viruses
They may induce a coma of anticipation
So I am left to celebrate my weaknesses
Since to ponder on thinking of life is utterly futile.
 
 

M.Daedalus

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