This is a poety.
yet
Armoured dreams of nemesis,
Unchronologically shot at awoke
Me up from the night sleep.
Yet -
A tomorrow ahead on
Another plane of life
does not make me remember
Of Love whatsoever….
Life gives me only philosophies…
yet…
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