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Thoughts don't keep tormenting my head I have a job to do to earn my bread I have hours of dipping my hands in the muck juggle with the assigns that simply **** Poems don't come streaming in my head let me not lose bread in your mesmeric thread I have hours of pouring over dead files wade in the mire in painted smiles! Dreams don't perch on my stooped eyelids let me take care of my earthly needs I have hours of works to pay for the meals stuck in a rut that slowly kills! Wishes don't freely on my heart land let it not be lost in your quicksand I have hours to cope with the burning walk the fire on your singed wings!
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Quicksand
Thoughts don't keep tormenting my head I have a job to do to earn my bread I have hours of dipping my hands in the muck juggle with the assigns that simply **** Poems don't come streaming in my head let me not lose bread in your mesmeric thread I have hours of pouring over dead files wade in the mire in painted smiles! Dreams don't perch on my stooped eyelids let me take care of my earthly needs I have hours of works to pay for the meals stuck in a rut that slowly kills! Wishes don't freely on my heart land let it not be lost in your quicksand I have hours to cope with the burning walk the fire on your singed wings!
pradip-chattopadhyay
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
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