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Crawling Like catterpiller does Making noise in chaos Like some bugs No! No , i am not carrying a heavy log But Feels like hailstones on my head Leaned freely in the bed But ears still red Days passed not touched book Not even read Hope my knowledge till now Will Not fade Highlighted things are now shaded I don’t know without reason - I tend to misbehave As if hailstone hit me And I am converted to two pieces As if Lungs, intestine and heart are separated My mind knows nothing Finger lingers and mumbles tho As if I am dead Can breath ‘ In and out ‘ ‘In and out’ But Hailstones storm hit !
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC
Hailstones on my head
Crawling Like catterpiller does Making noise in chaos Like some bugs No! No , i am not carrying a heavy log But Feels like hailstones on my head Leaned freely in the bed But ears still red Days passed not touched book Not even read Hope my knowledge till now Will Not fade Highlighted things are now shaded I don’t know without reason - I tend to misbehave As if hailstone hit me And I am converted to two pieces As if Lungs, intestine and heart are separated My mind knows nothing Finger lingers and mumbles tho As if I am dead Can breath ‘ In and out ‘ ‘In and out’ But Hailstones storm hit !
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC
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