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Gathering the ashes
Of my charred thoughts
I poked with hope to get
A speck of flame;
Poisoned peccadilloes littered
My canvass of guilt tainted
Inglorious moments;
The hurried paces reverberates
In the thin wafer
Of a diabolically unripe mind;
I felt to get up and fell again
And juggled my feckless heart;
The grimly silent life trudges on
To be sucked up by its stultified end.
Copyright @Tiku 24/09/2015
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