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July 10, 2013

Once again branches
Of his life intersected
To cut
Like scissors
His soul

Happiness and pain
Mingled with each other
To muddle
And desecrate
The soul

Melancholy and escatacy
To coalesce into
Poisonous death
Of soul

Loneliness and crowd
Making a cacophony
Within his

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