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Depression of mind

I’m nobody from the east to the west,
not even earth to space.

I owe nothing or nobody,
not even anybody owes me.

Moon isn’t even clear in a summer widen sky.

It’s like a stormy night without shelter,
Breeze of sand,
may be depression of mind.

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