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Her hands came From sawdust Burried deep Hidden caves Of madness Her speech Made no sense But I knew I read her lyrics I could see the stars Dancing in her eyes Madness Was a four letter word Lust love tragic We had to say goodbye I miss her sparkle touch And warm hugs before I closed my doors Sometimes a heart Just won't have it And sometimes it ask for more
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
Bose
The fabled story about Netaji, That he survived the crash, And lived on in INC rule, Was probably a false trail, The Gumnaami Baba, Or The Tashkent Man, All was probably a myth, A desperately phony tale. Because if he actually survived, He would not have been sitting ducks, Seeing the nation fall into the ditch of corruption.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
Anonymous Ascetic