Bedouin
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Sometimes loneliness measures
the times and existence of human beings
Time turns paramour
in which existence life is known as
Or
Existence sinks
As an alligator sinks in a tank
Again and again infatuate with loneliness
In wide list of structure and emotions
Existence begins to flee
Pursuing the existence
I have lost the path of loneliness
which sides it moves towards upper or lower
I become non -existence
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