Raju Krispa Biography

Do not show me any photos
Don’t tell me the truth
How many innocent died
Don’t count them or their homes
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To this and to that
I get attached and dettached
I am watery and nothing
Ashes and smelly skin when burns
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Write my pen my sentence
Let the words be music or my nook
No lies neither truth, just melody filled ink
Write my pen
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Let it be
Suddenly the fate yawning draws a sign
Death or reborn, templates of same design
They turn into fading useless frames on long walls
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