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Monday, June 27, 2011

I Heard Him

I heard the thunder in the forest,
All the way from my chamber,
Close enough I was from the matter and target,
What mattered was the ledge I showed.

Then they hauled him off,
After lightening struck on a stairwell;
I faced him as I kept my movements,
There was no more voice of manners.

Still I said my virtues, living out in the woods,
Hearing the circles of freakiness,
In a well my mind was a verbose philosophy,
A hacking strength of charismatic values.
Naveed Akram
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