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Be aware* of thy words

You could be a killer

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Through the sharpness of your words,
You stabbed me.
It hurt so much knowing that it cut deep through.
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and writing.
If one doth not except
Or like
Or understand mine writings,

Well......

Oh well
To bad,

Tis not for them
Tis for me

As I dont like critic's
Nor care
For them anyways!!!

I never have
Taken a liking to critics anyways!!!!
 Jun 2015 Sumit Bhaintwal
bones
I used to think
that solitude would suit me

and on my soul
I wore it like a glove

until the day
your poetry seduced me

and turned it
into loneliness my love...
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