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Saturday, 13 August 2016

Paranoia's gaining

Staining, remaining,
Paranoia's gaining,
As the powers of the End,
Add prowess to their training,
And the mind, fights, struggles,
Just to keep up, with its troubles,
And you have to love your life,
While its defeated senses list
As it makes into a fist,
All that it couldn't grasp
And snatch away, forever.

Listen to me read this poem

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