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Got its colouration from the sins; The sins I do and the atrocities you do; Mysteriously upon me - just me... My red heart scarring CRIMSON still; There's no torch shining to search for you; I now drop you as you've stopped struggling; In the dark night I find myself laughing..... I went away after I'd finished my job-task; There's no heart beating for you any more; You called this upon thyself & now sleep... There's no gun issuer alive now anywhere; I'm not a mad guy so I don't live a nomad's life; You did succeed in rending my sinner's life; Into a meaningless transporter's life.....
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
My Red Heart
Got its colouration from the sins; The sins I do and the atrocities you do; Mysteriously upon me - just me... My red heart scarring CRIMSON still; There's no torch shining to search for you; I now drop you as you've stopped struggling; In the dark night I find myself laughing..... I went away after I'd finished my job-task; There's no heart beating for you any more; You called this upon thyself & now sleep... There's no gun issuer alive now anywhere; I'm not a mad guy so I don't live a nomad's life; You did succeed in rending my sinner's life; Into a meaningless transporter's life.....
My HP Poem #341 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
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