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In solitary,I kept myself based on self agitation, 
Feeling of incentives jerked my mood,
Though,sections were feebly layered on my face,
I was expecting no one,
So I was lost from a fan,
Meeting thoughts and decisions facing a rand,
My spirit was whistling towards all cardinal directions, 
Prayed to be no one's expectation,
My actions were personified to be insipid, 
Therefore,they knew not what the story meant,
Until it was place on revisits,
All begun when sadness brought home sighs and pest,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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