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^ dead hope ^

Another day of desolated
This tale came to an End
Hope is Zero = Despair and
November was already Dead . . .

Born, reborn, then death??
No remedy means ‘Hades’ loves you so much
sometimes, somehow, some reasons show
hell is more fantastic than The Heaven is . . .

I here ‘m waiting, but bleeding and bleeding
with burning heart, can’t stop thinking and thinking
tell me where the Plain of Peace and Sanity is
so then I can lay down on the ground called ‘Bliss’ . . . . . . .
# Lynn Eain Thin <>

In: English Poem Posted By: Date: Mar 7, 2014

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