The Break
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It is the time
With no rhyme
I start again to crawl
Struggling to capture that I lost.
If I would and must write
Which I left and started now
It would left or theft
Here, I come and go again.
Love could care at the rarest
To the knowledge of learned
I being folly at the lost
Here I sit and start the start.
I don't remember to acknowledge the past
But need it for my Present
The Present which would lead my future
My only future of writings.
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