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SOLITUDE
There is nothing divine
in the stir of silence amidst this soul
Pain was left to heal,
Scars suddenly trodden with relieve
A drop of water per minute,
rows rumbled with columns
for this bucket is far from half-full
A jagged aura of Venus
hovering with a wondrous grin
farewell, there is no cause to worry,
like the quote of good demons
A world without worry
a world in a lone glory
wonders of beauty
Danger grows and puddles
in the mind of solitude
Despicable and deadly volt
safe and secured for it will never get out
A word that was left unspoken
is now a sword cutting through the downtrodden
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