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A Mad Life Under a Full Moon

Nothing is permanent No praises, no kisses, no bitter words Destined long ago, as yesterday… Gone for good… Done with time. Another night will remind this To mourn soulfully…. A mad life under a full moon. For a poet, where there is… a poetess too. Perhaps. Do you remember? Entropy.

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