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Probably I did but
Do not believe
Do ritually believe
In DNA fingerprints
Patten of differences.
Walking by the roads Of muddy pot holes Tax I paid for poles Turned their cash for shows, Working unfit roads For winds, cars and…
At the rush hours Traffics is slow Loud sound, light blinks Movements and flow For creams, roads leak Cars clear, so quick The links, they…
In my dark hood A golden moon Always come soon. A drop reflect Vultures blindbat Got voted last night. Beautiful mirror Pleasant odour Rags on…
Illustrious with no clavicle puncture Yet your caricature is a vulture On our future you rest your furniture, Your raw ambitions those empty an Ocean…
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