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Have
you heard the people howl When
they are not mad or drunk? Human
words do not allow To
express the state of funk When
you have no one to share Not
the bed but just a word When
you shout in despair And
meet no wishes to be heard. When
your letters are ignored All
aspirations are deferred- And
you are flawless now: Nobody cares for you … Wow!
Unmoving, floating In the stream of life Being carried by the
slowing current I grounded on bottom. Life is passing by Without moving me. It is late autumn. The winter’s coming Soon everything’ll get
frozen… Charming.
Victor
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