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It's 3.20 A.M And I hear birds Maybe lost. Crooning for what God knows. One hour from now 40 years back Mr. Marley will be Rolling his blunt Rolling in his grave For what? Only god knows. It's 3.24 A.M And I am writing A poem. For What? God knows.

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Shivam-S

26 / M

For You?

Written by

Shivam-S

26 / M

Published

Mar 7, 2020

Time

1m

Notes: Posting the most random burst of a poem here after nearly 2 years. I missed this place.
Tags: #poetry #midnight #abstract #backtohellopoetry

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