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Immortal

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Fire thus;
and gun race;
bullet did not stop; but counting

yet; i know not,
that those bastards; were shooting;
those bastards; were hunting
an immortal human soul

now; in hour of her death; life thus

but how many time; must she die!
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Immortal
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Uhm! time flies across my head, as my heart gallop

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Thez Alan 25 February 2018

This is an hidden truth about life and death

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Vivian 25 February 2018

Wow immortal it quite interesting

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Don Raph 25 February 2018

What a deadly soul

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Akhtar Jawad 07 April 2018

Shocked and became sad to read this poem, an impressive poem.

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Thank you poet. For everything that was is or will be. Well I wish to be a great poet like you

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Frank T Watkinson

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Frank T Watkinson 10 March 2018

Never got to know

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Thanks to those kind soul that comment here, whose lips kiss not, but use in prayer

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Maryam Shah 28 February 2018

Realy Interesting

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