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waiting with memories....
Pages of my old book,
With my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Everyone who came my way...
Scratched wounds
and pains inside me
like dusty notebooks
and memories smiled
with worry I picked myself up
The present is not tired
I am waiting for
the time of death in sufferings
and hardships for a well-being
until a moment comes...
© siriuspoetry
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