Long Wany Poems

I was a step closer to doom. I was walkong on the edge of perdition.
Those things that i hate became my likes all of a sudden, even if i hate them again they become my...

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Smiles and blooms have crawled away in haste;
Cool sweetness and incense of the prime
Have receded into the pothole of time
With the irritant summer and the rainy waste ;
Winter is an epitome of the silent knell...

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