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Jan 2019
A  man  said

        me  to
clean  his
scooter's    wooden  dust­.



  I cleaned  it.



After   one   day

my  mind  did
  
a  game.


   It  directed  my
        half  pant
to   be  hanged
  on   a tree.



   I  did  not  know  it.



   It  was  like  to
  blame  that   person.

It  was like  


  to  insult  that person.

It  was   like  to
criticise  that  person.
Written by
IncholPoem
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