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well, first of all, I am glad this is not a long historical poem! Secondly, I see more of a war poets influence here, and a certain moroseness not totally alien to you.

And finally, I just wanted to say hello.

Ciao bello!

I'm glad that you've come to terms with your uselessness as is the eventual destiny of discovery that awaits all peons of the West, and those with enslaved minds. If you come around to the truth maybe you can rescue yourself from this decadence. Iphone or no iphone....grow up fool.

This is hauntingly beautiful, I guess life is all about enjoying the moment, else it all gets wasted in either anticipation or remorse. Please keep writing, and share any thoughts or insights you may have.

Ejaz

A sane man's lamentation in the chaotic nation on the verge of assumed pseudo-rebirth.