A debate was squatted on the
face of my neighbours.
Wronged their simplicity hearts
They went out from the
sustenance of doing well.
Sustained good hearts had.
broken.
Filled with hoodwinks.
They were ventured to hurt
each other.
It was the through destruction.
Depressed the death of
one's feelings.
Each of them swifted to earn
earn their lucrative consignments.
It had trashed the door of
harmony.
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