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Author Name: Freesatishverma 0 Comments
Date Added: August 15, 2017 23:08:50 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Just a sip on verge, 
man was eating a mountain, 
forgetting carnations. 

A peacock sits on the belly 
of a torchbearer 
for a credible crime. 

One Buddha fails today. 
Turns around 
and goes back to his princess. 

Give me blood money 
to kill myself 
for sitting under a bo tree. 

I do not seek any bliss, do not need any home. 
The stoker will not stop hurling the insults.
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