At times, being alone and laboring for want...
Then finding that temporary there,
and still falling short of that permanent fill...
It becomes customary to living that way,
on a daily vice, for we get older and refreshed
with every desire to be finally free...
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Author:
Gino (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2017 23:33
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I lingered here for some time. This is very deep. Is he writing the story of my life in six lines?
Thank you burning-embers.
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