As long as words are here
As long as they live
Softly grazing on grass like a deer
I will also continue to live
If in case they are stuck-up
Silently escaping my mind
A remedy must be in a cup
As to a place I can easily find
Because that is me
Childishly watching myself bleed
Delirious at my own sullen right knee
Enveloped by the cut from a pointed seed
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22814
11:17 AM
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
As long as words are here
As long as they live
Softly grazing on grass like a deer
I will also continue to live
If in case they are stuck-up
Silently escaping my mind
A remedy must be in a cup
As to a place I can easily find
Because that is me
Childishly watching myself bleed
Delirious at my own sullen right knee
Enveloped by the cut from a pointed seed
_
22814
11:17 AM
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