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The future sparks,
The past barks.

The horror of the unexpected illumination,
The fear of the unscheduled revelation,

The unchangeable fate 
That haunts through the night
Stays forever in the silent nights.

Written on 1 January 2016.
The Return of the Poetic Heart. 

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together

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Growing up together
Is not like happily ever after.
From madness and shouting and jealous and tears
Through craziness and doubts and mind gone insecure
To laughters and cries and memory that slaughters:
Life without you is like a world out of rules,
The past is the fragment that find us fools.

Written on 24 January 2015
A revisit to the past — the high school age