A poem.
More and more thoughts can escape me
More and more words splatter the page.
Just like blood would gush out of a fresh wound
Just like one would etch to one’s death.
Nice one. It’s quite profound in certain parts. I read the first one. It contains a deep meaning that I have yet to decipher. Keep it coming;)
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Nice Kshama Keep the the good words
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