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How Many Times
That bastard sun shines down
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
Published 18th Feb 2025
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