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Desertion

The poor lady was waiting On a stripped mouldy street Her feeble lungs were panting For drops of moisture She trembled with broken sob She was not a bird Her broken heart took wings Just to give a newborn kiss and hug She was waiting Shivering in hunger Deserted as a graveyard In bloodcurdling desolation She fell in with an incessant emotion Love is a bland name.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 9/8/2014 6:41:00 PM
sad, but a beautiful write
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