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Self-Description

He exits light to enter night,
It is the time of his delight,
He thinks of things he always hides
And, of the sudden, yet to find.

He thinks of people yet unknown,
Compares with thousands left alone,
He finds this boredom in his heart
And wants to turn it into art.

by Ruslan Agaev

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