Sunday, November 3, 2024

page 193

...they  cling on to stories  for life 
Because  all is lost  nothing  survive
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They are most egotistical  and 
We have burned our boats   untied
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Spontaneous smile is missing on lips 
Something definitely  is hidden a mind
You fear  soaking in rain and 
Look at my house built on tides
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This mirror shows just the face 
Why are you shying off disturbed pace
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This time again  topic was half said 
Gazing fixedly  in the oblivion  dazed 
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It's merely a habit not a necessity 
Holding the begging bowl upside down finitely
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Otherwise friendly are we not
What  is hiding inside your sleeve 
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