walking
the lonesome way
for now

…

a road
away from all
of you

…

you meet
in no understanding
of me

…

that life
was a story
no more

…

some lives
are nothing at all
but hurt

…

one life
between dark and light
a choice

…

for life
some enlightened melody
my choice

…

that history
with patterns in footsteps
sucks

…

absolved
the exempted droplet
in mind

…

some lines
not for your eyes
at all

…

only one
among all the others
talk

…

if not
what else turns for sure
to do

…  a kind of question … but not to be answered …

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Popping-Ups … saved for future arrangements … of mine …

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