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    (work in progress)
    So what is the reason fro constant turmoil through waste and purity of worldly goods?
    Why partake in the ravages of social rife and struggle through rumors, status, and queue?
    How am I to understand the surrounding environment of craze, anarchy, and highs?

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Nikorasu’s Poems (5)

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