The cloudy parts were over
One friend I loved was gesticulating
and shuddering
another episode a fumbling machismo
drawn by guileful indifference
And madness persist .No coterie of any kind.
I Ve changed all my friends
I wandered in the longuer streets amidst fools
It seemed no brighter prospects among the youths
There door of optimism was closed
we went back into the trenches.
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