Looking back I see a scar
made by words and pain;
having felt the world of self
against others wars were had.
In a circle all revolved
you yourself were doomed to be
loosing peace and time of gain
being second to the past - the now.
And between those worlds of clay...
17.08.2017 - 00:53 - unfinished.
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