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A lovely mixed poem with many sarcastic symbols, Ma'am poem lifted at burst as They have borrowed my mind, and Years have passed leaving no heating pan, stanza very affective is The world is too small to hold all my love, Still slanting poles are full of actions with mysteries, There I have deposited all my desire to get frozen, The pots of affection is cursed with salty sweat, concluded with pain and desire and hope a bundle a bag with many Let my mind not get bent though it is loaned, Not mine anymore as the number of intruders expands. thanks well composed

too small to hold love, wonderful, really.