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Fondling Your Own Soul

Bring me that childhood, the poet demands. Don't we all desire that period of time to wipe out the sour taste of life?

Vandalism, Vandalism and Vandalism.바카라 웹사이트
Life became tattered, vocab became buttered.
Innocent monopoly given by Gosh,
vituperating oneself by the same bosh.바카라 웹사이트
You got a scatterbrain, losing the vogue voice,
hold your rambunctious vividly to get a good choice.바카라 웹사이트
Fondling your own soul, don't be procrastinated,
elicit the vainglory to avoid big hyphenated.바카라 웹사이트
Excoriating at the back side, unsucculent,
vomit at the wrong spot, it's a feculent.바카라 웹사이트
Vandalism, Vandalism and Vandalism.바카라 웹사이트
Sacredness is mocked by the anarchy,바카라 웹사이트
jawline looks charming, but the blotchy.바카라 웹사이트
Fermenting the water by acetous,
roasting the red meat, despite vigorous.
Bring me that childhood that I lost,바카라 웹사이트
vyingly I'm overwhelmed, like a baned frost.

(Trijit Mukherjee is a student pursuing his masters in Kolkata. He has been writing poems since his college days and his poems have been published in Indian periodicals.)

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