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Emptied our own-selves

Emptied our own-selves

Luck


 Today,
 I see that edifice on the verge of collapse,
 the edifice which I raised with the small bricks of my deeds
--called LUCK
--in which I feel suffocation sting me;
 where my interests and desires, 
my wisdom or intellect,
 my convictions,
 all, were the watch-keepers of that Mansion of LUCK.
 today, 
they all disappear.
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