Living With Carcasses
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Abdul Wahab
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The life is a waste
Without morality
And the meaning of it
Diminishes
When you lead it
Without characters
All joy of it is a piece of ash
And it smells like bullshit
It belittles you, too
When you live on
Lies and schemes
The beauty of it is dead
And you live with carcasses
A man with hands
full of things
but they are all defeats
and you are a defeated soldier
defeated by none but by yourself
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