TheCrazyManiac
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Dec 16, 2017, 1:14 AM

The wolves die alone 

  Poetry » Phylosophy
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There where the winter's sun
meets the dark horizon
is our omnipotent panacea.
Staring in the dark shadows
of centuries-old trees,
I am trying to find
the hard and excruciating way
to the majestic knowledge.
The knowledge of happy death
and non-existence…
In front of me, LOVE
measures for a moment, ...

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