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To wither in a wasteland

We go crazy in the head, when you lie with lie in bed.
All are green lights, you don't see red !
No conscience cricket chirps in your calm corrupted head.
To wither in a wasteland, we are being led.

(11.08.2023)

Copyright © Marshall Iftekhar Ahmed

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