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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: March 03, 2017 23:03:19 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Be my sleep, I tell a dream. 
A lantern was chasing the shadows 
on wall. My fever? 
I say, past one awakening 
I will sleep eternally. 

The age licks the grief of fallen 
pride. I was still walking on 
sharp stones, bleeding inside. 
here I come from the caves. 

A whole truth becomes unholy 
when mixed with crackers and has 
a loud noise. Let the river of life 
flow in breast in night of hunger 
without a provider.
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