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Few missing mysteries and ironies of life:

RAIN DROPS AND SWEET LIES...

EYES FORGET THEIR PAST AS FUTURE STEALS THE PRESENT...

BIRTH FILLS BOTTLES OF WINE; DEATH EMPTIES WINE OF SOUL...

FREEDOM IN MY UNHEALING LAP OF SCARS...

TELL ME WHY MY EGO LOOKS HUMAN?????????????!!!!!!!

The End

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