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Jivago

Date Written: October 29, 2017
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Jivago, Jivago

Embodying one’s despair,

I don’t know what it is like you.

Jivago,

I never could have lived the way you did,

The sight of the slipping hill, cliff overflowing,

The fleeing sea, sharp waves bouncing raw.

You are the reason why,

The knife cuts flesh off

The rope narrows neck

The bullet hisses brain

A glance at history shows you wish not to be born,

A status to be remembered

For goodness.

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