In my weakness to
live to the edge of no return,
tears will make a shrine.
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Uncensored my
poem will speak for the restrain of
underscored facts.
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Punctuations give
you pause, before you enter
the tender skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful written poem Satish Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken