Dust - Poem by Abdur Razzak
By Abdur Razzak
Dirty Sun is looking to me
Lots of dust and woody face is sitting
on a frozen glass.
They are making a sense and
Dust is running with the skeleton
They got many claps on the stage
They got lots of New
At last, they are coming to you!
You are running
Nevertheless, there is not any way to skip
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