As I rail,human chaos stirs a deafening ripples, prosaically ripping,I am lost to the struggle,and multiple voices wins.
Concrete skyscraper passes, in this city, tonight again moon will long for a clear canvas, to write a poem.Even my eyes too long for a romantic gaze, your sliding frills and enamoured beauty,ofcourse that too in my mind.
Concrete skyscraper passes, in this city, tonight again moon will long for a clear canvas, to write a poem.Even my eyes too long for a romantic gaze, your sliding frills and enamoured beauty,ofcourse that too in my mind.
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