We live the same duplicated life,
Raise every day with a new shine
By hand
How many heat
How much joy
Turns into an unbelief.
A hesitant acceptance
This sentence runs on both ends
The same day I had raised
Here I was filled with hope.
There is a forgotten points
Of life creation
Every time with ambiguous language
I am full of a screamed grumble
I think
This day, this life
This is the first week
Of the last month
Last evening
Here is some stalk, some haze
Clear vocabulary
Of my blurred life,
Nothing is there
Saying I'm full
We live the same repeating life
The same disappointment.
The same hope.
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