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Aug 2016
This poem is deprived
Starving to be excepted
Seeking to achieve
Begging to fulfill
This poem is on the brink
Chasing its dream
Pouring drink after drink
indulging till it passes out
Running from its self
Finishing once again all
When hope is gone
We move on.
Desire rod
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Desire rod  CA
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