XXI, by Sumit Singh
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underneth the belly
lies a soulful stray
of no one to recognize
for no one to pray
without having the hint of danger
of all those love of dream
she headed towards the light
of darkness
which was never here to stay
i looked around and wondered
how emotions play the life
for those who know the game
they always go gray
in the hardness of sympathy
with the warmth of shoulder
you know what to do
who me, still out of the way
me for me is still myself
and myself is now confused
i loved those mexican female
i heard that texcan blues
and i love to love the love always
and time and time revised
those callous way of living world
for no logic
and no coming
and no return
still haunt me to bare
myself. always
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Posted: 2005-10-13 20:03:11 UTC |
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2005-10-07 04:41:20 | ill haven |
are the grammatical errors purposeful?
VERY interesting if so. |