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Sunday, October 20, 2019

My fall is not your rise

Come and read between the lines those are the fruits of sleepless night
With aching hands, Boiling mind dripping with blood glowing as light
The pen scratching, some truth on the round glove white
In the wish to balm your scares left on your heart.
To sooth your worries and wash your confusion
He dives
Deep to the bottom of the ocean, man, just to make you smile,
When you are down, he lifts you up,
When you are up, he celebrate you,
Words are nailed
To make a garland
To spread scent on your heart to inject more joy in your life,
Come, read between the lines, 

Growing and advances, Innocence left stranded.. No freshness no truth around
Hovering and hanging only black cloud,
Words are now poison
Minds are full of pollution
Glances now looking the weakness, Wicked naked vulgar the strongest, Wishes lost wings and... died
What a happy you celebrating your winning while I'm searching for a crack ... or cave to hide.

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