The days has gone,
The sweetness has gone
but, the memories...
it haunts
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Feet started long march
'yo' man you may amaze
To see those feet
Not for shedding blood
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Loneliness is curse, he said
No, it's a privilege, she replied
A village in a poem
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When an unknowing loneliness
haunting me
I'll go upstairs
With ice cubes in Glass
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Hey Market is the witness of shredded blood
And, the executed heads
The last song, which
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