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Hell

Indeed, there is no way out from everland,
No free roaming sky,
No people walking by,
You wander,
You ponder,
Briskly in reprieve,
Wishing that you may leave,
Someday too,
It will be true,
The mellow drops of sunset heaven.

◄ A baby's face

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