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On a train, way home, Windows reflecting neons, and the sky full of smog, in a promise of hope to cure cancer and old age, the price is ceding i..

This poem is a tribute to people Suffering from Depression.

I made a cup of coffee, I watched it getting Cold, It slipped through the time untold, Like the union with my man, In the flick of the sig..

Rambling on the street, holding the daunt of the day, for the days all identical, like a repetition of the carousal, and in the heart of r..

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