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in a while
the waking up time
wearing all masks
of despair
wearing old rugs
like fragments of thoughts
hidden in grey of
the morning light

in a while
almost the same
as then when all were lost
forever

this sleep is full of sweat
the tears leaking through
my body
in a while all misery
of being a man reveals
opening old scars
with last piece of delight

it all drowns in hands of death...

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