Undefine The Futility Poem by Didith Marcelo

Undefine The Futility

Dream which came..
Sometimes I asked myself,
Where are the matches,
That so called I was satisfied.

Labile is always up,
Like a turbulent quote.
It is not vital, but it insists.
Annoying, time sometimes running regrets.

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A day of waste
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