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Feb 8
The palace we build, was it in vain?
Why do you hide from these glass doors?
I speak not to offend always, but here
I might offend, dear your words change like weather
The judge will judge accordingly

You rejected him out of a court room
The knowledge of love left your evil heart
Pleasure has overtaken your only soul
The medicine I gave was not taken by you
Sweetness you are tasting is momentary

Lost in indulgence of your passion
Calamity will come like uninvited guest
The opportunity vanished hastily
Absence of purpose creates a room for sin
And friend ending never death is the result
Written by
Samir
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