The Achievement
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Rahman Henry
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I've hold all the poison
Possessed by your body
You are innocent, weightless
And free from thunder-shade, now
From this joyless earth
Goddess has turned away her kind face
So depression is here
The arrow seems to be grief-carrier
That running towards you
Believing you are an armor
You never touched the poison
That possessed by my body
Rather you always doubt on it.
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