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Sleep Before You Die

Sounds neither bombs nor bloods, Never the guns nor shells. Delightful crackers in fiesta, Teen treats of drums to sticks. Brothers aren’t killing brothers, Father isn’t shooting a son. Merely a fight over a cookie, Dad scolding him for a

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Thoughts

Sometimes,
to do,
to decide,
to stop,
& even to start,
we wait long,
and a little long,
till end comes by.
From now on,
"Regrets be no more ever again"

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