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The Cycle of the Genesis

The same mask firmly held on the face with a strong wrist, no chills, no regrets, no shaking! Nights in turn I wondered, what is hidden behind the mask, to discover: Nothing! He had no face, only a strong hand, a mask, contradictory feelings and fashon´s weaknesses. For the human condition, Genesis is cyclically repeated genesis gives birth to beginnings genesis gives birth to the ends, too Corina Junghiatu Bucharest, Romania

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Date: 4/30/2019 9:56:00 AM
Moving and mysterious! A 'like' for me. Welcome to Poetry Soup, Corina! Blessings, Gershon
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