Freedom with
A half wet paper
On a beer littered
Table
Wrote
Twelve o clock
I will
Be with Clara
Tell Sweetie
I will
Be with her
When I return.
From the hassle
Her rose
Is with
Me, I am
Keeping it close
To my heart.
As long as
It beats
But remind her
Life is
Mysterious.
He hurriedly
Left the table
And grabbed
A passing taxi
(Despair Of A Displaced Person series)
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