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Life; Poetic Simplicity
sweet fragile angel,
Wrapped in the vast exhibit,
that we, man, call 'Life'

an endless cycle,
of Dimmed measured blue,
where corruption is inevitable,
And to live is to fight,
For you living, yiu
should be sweet aches, flowers,
Early spring,
late summer bloom,

But today, among humans
It is Winter,
It is early, eternal sunless gloom
And to love,
is to predetermined doom
determined as 'strength'

an anomaly

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