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The Cloud

When the cloud paints
in the sky
with an indifferent hand
to commemorate
the living dead
and the birds sing
funeral song
on minister's 
wedding ceremony, 
I commit suicide 
to become 
a wingless bird
not to fly
but...
to vomit out the truth.

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