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I draw an eye upon the window
A line through little drops of gass
Allthough I am not even finished
a tear descents along the glass.
It's like five seconds of existence
were enough to see the truth
This world is wasted, sick an dieing
soon it'll be doomed for good.
While I ponder about what I see
other droplets fade away
as if they do not agree with me
at last, it was a beautiful day.
- Marinde -
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