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I myself feel the sensation of the rope, Which is just pulling from both side: To get accomplishments with the hope; People are just involved in the stretching it wide. Even ignoring the rope pride, Just deeming it the iota type; And forcefully snatching uptight! In the melody to get the triumph height. I am the witness of the rope strain, It might not bear that much pulling pain tautly! It seems to be losing the layers of its skin in the flake gradually: But, People are enjoyed by seeing with the soul of the- drain. Composed by Urooba Fatima.
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
Tug o' war.
I myself feel the sensation of the rope, Which is just pulling from both side: To get accomplishments with the hope; People are just involved in the stretching it wide. Even ignoring the rope pride, Just deeming it the iota type; And forcefully snatching uptight! In the melody to get the triumph height. I am the witness of the rope strain, It might not bear that much pulling pain tautly! It seems to be losing the layers of its skin in the flake gradually: But, People are enjoyed by seeing with the soul of the- drain. Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem is a metaphor of that person who is swing between two thoughts or two human.
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
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