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Dust Bin

Rating: 5.0

Behind blessed fields
I see the tricks of a naughty child
Maybe whether I close my eyes, I shall spend the boldness as I bought

May I be better enough?
To smell the sound of your madness
I m so worth like the belch of beggar, maybe just like your weakness
All in all, I m still sleeping in your dust bin

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Ashraful Musaddeq 14 September 2008

A wonderful poem. My 10 with it.

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