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May 2014
Life is a ***** , death is her  sister
World is bubble, I make it crystal
Speed is slow, I create four piston
Stories are real, I thought they were fiction
Muslims are good , I hate ****** christian
I went to doctor , he said- how are you Mr.?
I knew that idiot ,  he had big injection
I  cried  on  bed , ****  you  Mr.  assistant .

I can't  be  sage , I  have  little  anger
I played well but heart is very danger
Fighting in family, I have many fracture
Sun looted me , they left me on hanger
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Ravi
Written by
Ravi  Delhi
(Delhi)   
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