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Naught

Nothing will happen tomorrow.
I look in the mirror and feel nauseous.
On weathered face is not even sorrow.
Only stupid, frozen eyes.

Nothing happen after.
- The world will live, will sing and suffer.
Died at eight o'clock in fourteen minutes.
And on Earth as if nothing had happened.


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