Heart’s ache is getting worse everyday.
May be I go out in this brutal world
Of scuttling lies to seek the one
who left the body to trace the wound.
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No appeal of the verdict was allowed. The sentence stood. Sisyphus would have no rest. No meal breaks and never an opportunity to relieve himself. A myth that must touch every surface as it rises up. Even the clouds expressed pity as they continued to float beyond.
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No appeal of the verdict was allowed. The sentence stood. Sisyphus would have no rest. No meal breaks and never an opportunity to relieve himself. A myth that must touch every surface as it rises up. Even the clouds expressed pity as they continued to float beyond.