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Truth dies


//

We don't know !


We are busy looking for love


& convincing ourselves that there is only one form of love

And that *** is love


)(


We never get bored with  lying or getting lied to


//

( cause  we are  sensitive poets ! )


•


•


The beauty is wasted on us


//

If we see it

We possess it till we destroy it

•

The day is done


//


Nothing good happened


)(


Not will it tomorrow

::

We  could become fully human

But it's not our thing

)(

We are suffering poets

Because we are sensitive


;;

Bleeding *******

Bleeding hearts

( canned laughter ! )

//

Fornicating in the dark

While children die hungry in the park


~~


Sensitive poets aren't sensitive about such

Mundane things  !


//


Only our egos interest us


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