Poetry my Saturation💌💌
a wry smile from tired
Can I still arungi
I can still pass
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A bit of hope still expects
a soul to work with
wholeheartedly doing
as much as I do
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But in a tired
together tired
as if always accompany
and do not get tired of working on
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Bewildered in resignation
amazed at the cultivation
lost in fatigue
got up in work
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My Risa now
so the self-dilemma
as if hanging
and drifting over