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When you ask me
if you will be happy,
my son,
I say yes
because that is how I want you to be,
but I look at the world
and I remain awake
although I hide my fear.
Life is hard I warn you,
but if...
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Once I saw you cry
with all the wild strenght
that your broken soul had.
How your tears cried,
stream of deep pain,
sea that distress stiffles,
How your such dark eyes gleamed,
without any...
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Bones
Bones of contention are lying
within the hard scrabble.
Following the path
of least resistance
through the bone yard.
They are kicked aside
and...
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