My Stella - 17
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- - My stella- - 17
Nobody
I wast none of thee,
I had no business with thee,
I wast a vagrant pain,
and moved as nobody's strain,
This world is nothing but dream,
A fool can find pleasure and glee,
Past is dead, future is late and present is teeny.
Enormous deep inside is not cosy.
Imbecile soul and gomless brain nurture furtive sense,
Heart bursts and fragrance spreads with no sequel,
Thou art bothered for my spirit unrevealed,
Tameless and nameless I live as tornado in a heath.
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