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his head was full of air
eminent domain he had shared;
as though the wind had yelled
King Almighty, are you there?
Γ„Ε§ΓΌl Feb 2016
My bogart of ultimate terror,
Not at all a monster,
But is of complete loneliness.

And my bogart is imminent,
Strong it is so eminent,
How long could I take refuge?
My HP Poem #1010
Β©Atul Kaushal

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