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Sometimes, you find yourself.
Fiddling between the life and death.
Do you bloom, simply to wither away?
Does youth long the embrace of earth?
With green shoots, fresh and alive,
Between the fall, before the spring!
All you do, is wait, hold on!
Untill you nomore belong.
-KV
MATTE WHITE NOISE 