RAMSHACKLED FORESTS,
SHRIEKS OF THE MISERABLE,
MOANING CHILDREN,
APATHETIC EYES OF FELLOW MEN,
UNTIME DEATHS,
HOLY PREACHES,
NEW BORN DEMIGODS,
BROKEN LYRE OF RAIN,
AUTUMN WIND FORGÈTS HUMMING,
VICIOUS SMILES,
POISONUS FOODS.........
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A PLACID EVE OF A VILLAGE
I DRAW ON MY LAPTOP
AND WISH TO PLUNGE IN TO THAT SERENITY
FOREVER.
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