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vaGue-he was lost

He had a vague memory,

He was looking for his origin,

His plane was crashed,

Landed on an island, no man,

But only coconut trees,

A feeling of exile,

He was fighting for survival,

It seemed like he was in primitive age,

He invented the fire again,

Rubbing the two stones,

Living a life all alone,

He was making his new memory,

With all new inventions,

He was literally at a noman’s land!