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Naveed Murtaza Aug 2019
The Past Horrors,

And now Chaos,

Followed by Angst,

Fixed by Lies,

And then, False brief relief,

That escorts throes;


The throes endured by father,

for the son,

turn out to be,

The Past horrors
if man
in her
throes as
her speed
shrew the
grass afield
the meadow
next a
brook so
despair is
lust died
in the
back yard
and wholly
by their
nativity will
fine wine

— The End —