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most casual people these days walk around with a limp and a hunch like mindless zombies , their eyes clouded with delirious daydreams of lying in their bed of a coffin; stuck in past sorrows, tears of the present, and mourning in the future.

(a lil blurb from an up coming book, along with a taste of what will present in the next poetry anthology; book two of this series. major editing will fix this whole book soon as it comes to an end with fifty chapters.)

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