Thursday, April 20, 2017

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The melancholy sound of gloom is a quiet haunting eating away at the back of my mind.
Its teeth are the voice commanding me to die.

I am just a passenger to the world's spinning
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n. j. saroff
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Jazib Kamalvi 21 April 2017

An outstanding poem. Thanks

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