It little lasts
the passing phase
of a riotous assembley of man
and his woe begotten time
alone under heading
of being in all time
the welp who angers not
the audure about the right
of his own kind
to prosper.
In the vacant pact
it is ardently forseen
that no one can be here
without knowing who is not
a liar.
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TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 