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Packing up all the words
My world have been a flick on a pen
Bled out at every tear drop
Another story becomes a reality
Though jokingly
The gateway between my physical & spiritual realm
Have been the corridor in my mind
Prophecising tomorrow
Held on a dollar.
Yet on a dollar
Cheap thrills
Tear the fabric of my reality
Hearing the tongue wiggle
On it's own demolition course
Granted by the uncanning mind
Weary of its undressed thoughts
That it burns a village under a tear scroll
All in vain.
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