[It's only with the heart that one can see clearly, for the most essential things are invisible to the eye.']-Antonie de Saint Exupery
An old drunkard stands at a twilight
in front of a dim light pub
and he shouts; 'Death is a Prostitute
She wants to sleep with everybody.'
And he thinks that someone opens the tiny door
and invites him in for a drink,
but none offers?
Then he murmurs to his long shadow;
'Death is better than these stingy guys.'
for Magnolia!
nimal p.dunuhinga
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