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He was persuaded that the game
Was the right way to live the life.
And in some time he went astray
Until acquired self-denial.

The game was love, and death, and marriage.
The game brought friends and those who hated.
And wearing mask upon the face
He could survive the darkest days.

He laughed and danced when it was needed,
And played the role of a careful man.
His artificial mind was dreaming
About the future. Then he can

Reveal his art to those around,
Who trusted life as it could be
And prove: the game can make you proud,
Help to survive reality.




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-06-21 at 22:06

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