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Ennui

  • Writer: Trix Cruzales
    Trix Cruzales
  • Jun 14, 2017
  • 1 min read

What to do?

What am I supposed to do?

What else to do?

What can I do?

No task at hand,

Where here I was left to a strand,,

Nothing to do here I stand,

Where my severe boredom expand.

You just suddenly left me here to die of my severe boredom.


 
 
 

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