Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

job in the times of recession

And so, one fine day S came to my room,very gloomy,and said, “Sandy,I have got a job.” I jumped up,it was really bright news. “Congratulations,dude.Finally.I told you,you will get your due.Blah Blah Blah…” And then I see that S is still looking glum,in fact his face looks likes the times when he about to cry [...]

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