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my family

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i lost ability to write

because

all things which inspire

are here in front

all toughness i could gather

are here beside

as if…i met examples

i followed

and this moment is truth

indeed

so why would i pick up pen

and write

as truth(s) i was searching

through words

is my family

they all smile…and look back

in the fog

imagining the start

and i see them…and say…

i hope….(what else i can do…)

i hope…this toughness…sacrifice

inspiration gathered

solidifies inside me

and i could write

beyond hope

educating the change

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to be (not) pretentious

i pretend to be not

but moreover

it spills, as much i hide

guess, i am listening

trying hard to learn

but always slips

as words always hide…

maybe i know

but invest

to educate myself

and pretend

that others also got

educated!

but you know, its always short

and ends up at the most brilliant idea

when i assume, i can change

but change, changing, changed

seems continuous and baring

and then the ink dies

the time i was sure

could have written the change…

Drunken monologue 2…

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restedMachines

I think are made

On the concept of a drunk

They are efficient

And never thought

Of being hurt

They are human

As much as we are machines

Because

They are taught

To tell best day ever

And we humans

Say, just being different

Or not

Best night ever…