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Worth

Conrad Carlo Venzon

Oh what solitude it is to have a life 
that is very demeaning
A face of sadness that is underlain 
by a contrary meaning

Unknown, unnoticed, 
unobserved and unseen
Oh how long, so long, 
how long has it been?

The leafy memories have vanished 
and slowly my hands let go
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