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 Meaningless moments,
 enclosure of a seeking soul
 at the border of despair…
 Alluring emptiness of mind…
 At the edge of heart…
 Of blank spaces in white…
 As I write these uncertain lines
 I know my voice won’t be heard
 I know these verses 
 will linger on 
 in the timeless void,
 on the verge of oblivion,
 on the fringe of existence...
 Can frustration creep in within the dead
 while awaiting resurrection?
 I wonder...
 (Xoanxo 2020) 

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