Dead Orbits
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When the soul leaves
the daily body
wherever it happened
creativity will die there,
and hope's vision will have blurred
then the tracks will change
to bored routine.
like the white snow of childhood
on grey aging ice
or
loud laughter
with no feeling of happiness
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