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      <title>If only it were a dream</title>
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      <description>&lt;div class=&#34;poem&#34;&gt;
I can&#39;t ignore it anymore,
I feel empty
I feel...
I feel warm
I feel cold too
A wave of emotions 
I know this feeling
But still I choose to ignore
I count myself a lucky man
But am I really,
&#34;Dream and be delusional!&#34;
I try, I&#39;ve tried it
more than once
Finally I am proof
They were not talking to me
I know but still I listen
I call it a hobby but really
I am a lucky man
I have said that
I do not need them
Still though I do
Why you ask
I am an observer
Not the...
Not among the characters 
Of the story
Right, I have none
But to observe.
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      <title>My hate for flies</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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A day maybe three
I was away
The dishes
They lay on my cabinet
Unwashed though they were
I, the owner
would later arrive
To find that my dishes
Had brought home some
Strangers
I am a dutiful man
The dishes are now clean
But still the strangers
Have not gone home
even though to my knowledge 
The feast ended yesterday
I am pestered 
I am bothered by them
They have a lot of demands
I believe 
I have told them
To go away
Instead families have been raised
I feel no more 
The owner
I might be trespassing.
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