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Untitled Teach your youth to tame that gray beast, philosophy. It leaps from behind. The strong scent of piss on the square concrete benches makes life more worthwhile. With nothing ahead And nothing left behind you Run through empty halls. The fire stays unlit Despite all the tricks I know. It gutters and falls. You know what I hate Most about life? You cannot scream when you want to. The sun flickers nervously like a weak candle. Clouds cover it with a slap. |