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An Unfinished Life

I gave up an unfinished long poetry

Whose body cannot tell my loneliness

I ran away from a home made of quarrel and antitheft doors

Hiding in the eternal stars to find a sense of security

I sat beside the noise and laughter of the crowd

Feeling nothing about sincere understanding

I still believe in a person

Whose occurrence will show me

The meaning of living

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