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A THOUGHT
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I have fire in my veins for now. Don’t test me with your lies. Let me run in wilderness. Let my tears flow out late. Let my soul get drenched in rain Let me smell the grass.
I know your love flows for all. But you know I crave for more You hold me like a child in arms You spurn me with a serene smile. You kiss me gently like the breeze And glide past me like time.
I feel like killing all like you. Who know not how to love. To possess your soul for once And know your mind at leisure. What secrets it would yield me then The very thought gives pleasure.
Dear Ilander friends, with this poem......
I AM BACK !!
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