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It was dry, bones turning rot.
It was iniquities a confidential trial that never needs to fail,
But it often fails, often it wins, uncontrollable,
Suffer the deepest breath of pain.
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Didith Marcelo
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Gajanan Mishra 12 May 2013

respect to the almighty, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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