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Nov 2017
Breathing in vain through these cold days of pain,
Of disdain, while this life gets completely stained.
All the red withdraws from the body without dread,
My head does not think and my heart is no friend.
I am just a dash of indifference parading in coherence,
With no particular semblance just perpetual transparence.
Don’t bother to comprehend me, for there is no way to amend
The undulating folds and bends. You shall never find a definite end!
The Ragged Poet
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The Ragged Poet  22/M/Atlanta
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