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In pain; then, the dream
Was to “be born once again.”
Now, to try is vain, when—
There’s no more dream.
Loneliness is this crowd.
Meaningless is the found.
It sips in a solo darkness,
As everybody else sleeps.
Alive, but in deep conflict,
With the emotional instinct.
And not even in my prison
Can I afford my reason.
I’m too used to hurt, and
To qualm as improvement.
I’m happy to smile, while
The clown cries in lament.
© R|CARDO.
— Ricardo Sexton
C|PHER. 
It brings out emotions, your every piece is different and authentic.
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“Loneliness is this crowd” – Perfect
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Why so serious,
thanks for sharing…
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