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11/12/2014 5:13:18 AM
New Girl	I have just signed in can you share your experience when you were a beginner.
11/14/2014 12:27:50 AM
Thief thy name is human	I met a hand with eyes but no vision He touched me but only to fill his hunger And I with a heart floated with anger I wish I were a human But not of this hand I just asked one day but only within The muscular hand was no less than a muddle head In life it was panting for death And I In death panting for the former He knew he could free me But his knowledge is destined ignorance Alas! His heart pumps only blood, no care. To my one day I croaked to his deaf ears for years But for one day Neither a day is left nor a drop of hope My heart pounced on request And his on the lust to have me I swam in his desire not in his concern To my one day I croak now to the world Enchained in all this ego Is there a hero out to rescue me Oh I know the world is all a dark mirror of life I know this just in one day That my day has come ( Can anyone present a critical analysis of my poem; I am open to develop further)
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