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Sat, 12/02/2017 - 13:37 -- Mateos

In one year and two months, 

My memories were engraved in the dawn of time 

Where love is not the only thing that moves people. 

I lost the feelings between the quenchers of 

Glory and Self-righteousness.

Grand suppliers of the world I became to know;

disguised rivers trapping souls till their end. 

I chose to die of thirst for a sip seemed not right to me. 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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