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Till the last drop of red,
dropped away
Till the last sigh of air,
blown away
I'll run to find myself;
On the deserted island of life,
where all the oceans dried up
In the lonely lane,
where all known faces turned off
Amidst that crowded stations,
Where I've lost myself
I'll run to find myself
I'll run to find myself
My sob may turned
into soulful cries
My feet may stopped
between uncountable tries
Still I'll run to find myself
Through that dark corner of earth
Where I've lost myself.
                           -It's RaNjaN
This is my first poem in hello poetry please read and like it.

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